Fresh coffee is brewing quietly away, the scent drifting out and away from the kitchen, filling various nooks and crannies. A warm sizzle sounds from the frying pan. Butter, toast, jam. It's a slow morning of the best kind. Perhaps perfection remains elusive in the real world, but in the comfort of home, in a free morning with unstructured time, what is more perfect than an ensemble of flavor composed carefully on a plate? Do things sing more gracefully elsewhere?
It’s possible, I suppose.
If you seek a joy that is measurable in flour, sipped from a beverage, or sautéed in a skillet, perhaps it might be found in these pages...