I baked bread yesterday, and served it fresh from the oven with homemade soup.
”This is one of my favourite suppers,” Gerry said.
”Mine too,” responded Makiya, munching on another piece of bread she snitched from my plate after asking with a cheeky grin if I was going to eat it.
That was the richest moment of my day.
What kind of bread and soup? I am sure it was wonderful!