My husband said my cooking inspired him.Mother would have approved.Perhaps it was the Saturday when the big strawberry wore a daisy hat that I began to think，how can I top this？One dark winter night I woke with a vision of a snowman on a tray.That Sunday I scooped a handful of snow and in no time had my man made.With a flourish I put a miniature pinecone on his head.As I delivered the tray，complete with a nicely frozen snowman，I waited for a reaction.There was none—but as I headed down the stairs I heard a whoop of laughter and then，“You’ve won！Yes，sir，you’ve won the prize！”