Wants and Kneads

While walking back from a quick trip to our garden this morning I smelled something wonderful. What was it? Pizza? Bread? And then I realized that all of our windows were open. It was my house I was smelling. This came out of the oven a few minutes later:


Bryan made this on Friday... and Saturday... and Sunday.


Delicious. It was fun to watch how delighted Bryan was by the whole process. I love that he is often the more domestic of the two of us. He does the ironing, the mending, the reupholstering, the yogurt-making, and now the baking.

I sewed a button on a shirt last week, so I think I'm closing the gap.