This afternoon, I made my very first EVER loaf of from-scratch bread.
My Dad used to occasionally make bread when I was little, and the smell was divine.
As this was gluten and yeast-free bread, the delicious smell was not quite the same, but delightful nonetheless.
I was quite proud of myself.
I felt quite domestic as T came around the corner, commenting on the olfactory yuminess, and I met him there with a plate of warm slices adorned with this:
I must say, it did feel nice.
By the way, here's the recipe.
"Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all."
~Harriet van Horne