I love the feeling of making things for my family. Something about knowing exactly what I'm putting in the mouths and bodies of my loved ones, knowing that I made it with my two hands, makes me happy. Makes me feel like I'm doing something good. It also makes me feel like I have a connection to the happy housewives in their pearls and aprons. Only I'm not a housewife, I only wear pearls to work and I usually forget my apron and end up wearing whatever I'm making.
Today, this is what makes me happy.
Opening my fridge and seeing my big batch of homemade chicken stock and the little bit of pizza dough I have hanging out in there.
What, you don't keep your asparagus in a Tigger cup? You're missing out my friends.
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