When I got up this morning, I definitely did smell something good. I kept thinking what is that? Where is it coming from? Did Eli do it? My brain was in a bit of a morning haze and at the same time that warm cinnamon smell was fantastic and I was wishing it was ours.
I even stood by the stairs to see if I could hear Eli moving around, but nothing. Once I jumped into the shower I thought, it must be the neighbors - boy it smells good.
In the middle of washing my hair it hit me - that smell, it's from our house. That's right, it's the cinnamon, apricot, pecan bread in our bread maker. Yum I can hardly wait.
Meanwhile, Tim said, did you smell that smell? I thought Eli was making cinnamon toast but I didn't hear him. Then I thought it was the neighbors and that smell was coming in to the fresh air return. Yes we live in parallel worlds.
So he went upstairs to investigate and saw the bread maker.
Last night I had decided I was going to figure out how the timer works on the bread-maker and have some warm bread when we got up. Since it was the first time I've done that I couldn't figure out what was going on and could only focus in on the great smell.
Eli of course didn't think our story was as amusing as we did, maybe that's why we're married.
Mom, I can't even make cinnamon toast. I don't know how to use the toaster (we have a toaster oven).
So darn practical that kid. Of course he knows how to use the stove, but not the toaster since we keep it under the counter except when I make toast - guess we hadn't thought of that. And I'll be taking care of that little problem.
Anyway the warm bread for breakfast was fabulous and I look forward to it again.