Getting home late after a long night of soup potluck, interesting, amusing conversations, and lots and lots of laughter, I return home to this fresh loaf of bread and butter a slice before bed. Sometimes it's the simple things- like bread and butter - that put a day to rest, and I am grateful for such a small but pleasurable goodness.
4 comments:
There is something amazing about bread and butter, isn't there? I am jealous.
I am glad you decided to buy that loaf pan.
That is, indeed, a beautiful loaf of bread. And I'm glad you came to the soup night. I had fun :)
I can almost smell it from here!
oooh, your bread looks wonderful... and look at that fabulous hotpad!
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