Day 133: Toast on homemade bread. I boldly submit that there are fewer lovelier, happier smells than homemade bread fresh out of the oven. As I've been subsiding primarily on toast, tea and soup for the last week, I've gone through way more bread than I normally would. Normally I keep a little stockpile of bread-things (English muffins, bagels, etc) in the freezer, but yesterday I found myself completely out of bread. Well, that simply wouldn't do. Sick or not, this had to happen today. Toast has always been one of my favourite treats. In grade 2 Mrs Hart read us a story called "Hot Buttered Toast". I don't remember everything but I think the storyline was about a rabbit who had five beautiful pieces of hot buttered toast that everyone was trying to trick him out of. The story inspired me and from thence forward I tasked myself with making the most perfect hot buttered toast possible. My big brother used to tease me because he didn't think I ever toasted my toast long enough, but it was just right for me. Today I felt a lot better than I have been in over a week. The coughing lessened and my headache subsided, so I took the opportunity to make some homemade bread so I could have toast in the morning. The smell of the bread, the dream of the toast and the healing cold all made me pretty darn happy today. #365happydays
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