Gratitude Journal, Day Fourteen

Monday, October 21, 2013


The only thing better than newly-baked cake is of course fresh bread, straight out of the oven. Last night, the whole house smelled of warm, yeasty granary bread. A small loaf, but that doesn't matter. It doesn't stop the warmth of bread from enveloping the house. The smell permeates every room - even through closed doors - and suddenly all you can think about is warm buttered bread with thick slices of cheddar and chutney. This is a happy place - a smell of home - and is definitely something to be grateful for.

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