Aroma Therapy

I get nervous and excited when people plan to come visit. The cure is to do a quick vacuum, set the table, and then turn on the oven and bake like a madwoman. The aromas take over like a magic spell.

Yesterday I roasted a six pound chicken and made a pumpkin pie and a batch of hermits. I defrosted the wheat berry barley mixture and steamed up some broccoli for a perfect supper. Why does a perfect meal stay with you like a great concert or poem?

This morning I baked six boules. I am already dreaming about a chicken sandwich.