I baked a Pain de Mie (French sandwich pan) on Friday evening.
Shortly after I took it out of the oven, whilst it was still warm but sufficiently cooled to allow cutting, I cut the heel off and spread some real butter on it.
Then I cut a generous slice of Manchego cheese and put it on top.
And I sat in my favourite chair in the living room and had a most agreeable glass of red wine in close proximity as I tucked into my homemade bread.
The pleasure I derived from this home-made baking is hard to describe.
But one thought that crossed my mind was the enormous pleasure we can derive from simple things in life, like baking.
