There is absolutely nothing like walking in the door, on a cold, wet and busy day,
to the smell of homemade soup. and baking herb bread.
As the slow cooker and bread maker do their thing,
I forget for a moment that I did all this preparation before I left for work.
I breathe deeply, the warmth of the scents reaching me immediately,
my mouth waters, and I am home.
This must be what it's like to have a wife.
They are predicting a cold evening.....
hot soup, warm bread, a cozy quilt and the finale of Rock Star Super Nova.
Simple pleasures.