Home
There is no place like Home. I’ve returned from being away for several months. The first thing I do, when I get home, is go to my kitchen. I open my cabinets and drawers, then I feel oriented again. Within minutes clean counters are covered in flour, sugar, eggs, and spices. Cookie dough goes to rest in the fridge for a bit, and in the meantime, I prep the ingredients for dinner.
“There is no place like home”
The oven is hot and ready for the cookies to be baked. Instantly the house smells like home again. Now all I need is to sit down and enjoy a cup of Tahoe Bliss to relax with.
Unpacking, stacks of mail and dirty laundry will just have to wait for a bit longer.
Cookies and Tea