Walked into the kitchen in my usual blurry-eyed Sunday state of mind, and there was the new stove. Made me smile. I’d be baking right now if I weren’t completely messed up by my allergies. I am seriously not good today.

So today’s plan is to move stuff around in the kitchen to prepare for all the baking goodness to come, and to run to the store to buy some goods I’ll need for tomorrow when there will be bread baking going on, no matter how crappy I feel physically. I am so sick of store bought bread! Then tomorrow, it’s going to be a day of cooking and baking. Bread, cookies, roast chicken. I’m drooling just thinking about it!

And now I’ll have the perfect excuse to go knock on the new neighbor’s door and introduce myself: fresh baked bread. I’ve been meaning and wanting to go say hello to them, but I always feel weird doing so without a friendly gift of some kind. It’s the way I was raised. It’s the Southern way. You always take some kind of kibble to the new neighbors when you want to be nosy. It’s the polite thing to do.

As soon as the allergy medicine and coffee kick in, I am off to the store for basic baking needs. Then the kitchen rearranging gets done, and I can spend the rest of the day being a lazy slug. Or, baking some cookies. Lin deserves some cookies. :)