Starving Artist Ink.

i stretched a bit this morning… not wanting to crawl out from under the warm blankets and cozy bed…

it was the phone ringing that finally pulled my feet out of bed and into some clothes.  rushing to get down stairs and make sure that the living room wasn't a disaster and bag up the recycling  before the landlady came by to collect her rent.

come and gone.

steven still snuggled in bed… i figured i better start making the dough if it has to rise for a few hours. wanting to make sure to give myself plenty of room for error in case it turned into a disaster.

but it was perfect. there was no need to worry.

so satisfying and delicious… my hands are still smooth from working in the olive oil and flour.

while waiting for the dough to rise again, trying to be patient and leave it alone-i decided to warm the kitchen up a bit by baking some cookies. steven's friend due over tonight- i figured it might be nice of me to bake something that they could snack on if they wanted something nice with their tea.

i used this recipe from last time, only i made them smaller, more two-bite size..which only means that there are more to share! : )

and it turns out, it was the perfect day for all of this heavy, warm comfort food.

cool rain and winds blowing in open windows.

this certainly isn't doing any favours for my hips…

but it's too good to pass up. : )