During these challenging times, sheltering in, trying not to fixate on the virus, it's the simple things that help me get through the tough times.
A few months ago, my partner and I spent a beautiful weekend in Nevada City. During our travels, we stopped by a used bookstore. One of the most enchanting bookstore I've ever seen. I found a vintage baking cookbook with hundreds of recipes and gave it to my dad for Christmas.
Tonight, my mom ( both of us keeping a 6 foot distance from each other) dropped off one of the recipes my dads perfected from the book. Cinnamon rolls.
In his retirement, my dad has found a new hobby, baking.
Tonight, my partner and I devoured the rolls, stuffed with cinnamon, sprinkled with walnuts, slathered in rich frosting.
Not a crumb left.
Its always the simple things.