I know the recipe for Daisies from my dear mother. Jokingly, I always used to tell her that those were the only flowers my father received from her, in exchange for hundreds of bouquets coming from him, for both. So I learned to make Daisies when I was still at school, in about tenth grade, to surprise him. He enjoyed so much, that he said a big word: ”You will be a cake baker” And that I did. My dad guessed my fugure in Daisies.