I love the smell of baking. I decided to start with the healthy life again and the fridge is now full of food. It would be unwise to start too radically, naturally, so I did also bake some lovely smelling butter buns. Gives one such a nice house-wifey feeling. What more could a Saturday evening require - something good to eat, the cat purring next to me and nice shows in the TV. Well, sauna, of course, but one can't have everything. At least at the moment.
Now I am going to watch Monk - and crochet.