Images of Things that speak of Home……….
As someone who is not overly gifted in the art of cooking – let’s be honest, a slice of bread in a toaster runs the risk of total annihilation at my hands – I take a surprising pleasure in the process of baking. I still have my occasional disasters of course but there is something about the actions of sifting flour, beating eggs and folding mixtures which seem positively zen experiences to me. At the end of it all and as if by magic, a delicious light and fluffy sponge cake or a batch of golden scones emerge from the oven and I wonder, given my culinary ineptitude, how I have managed to make something that smells so wonderfully of Home.
View from a French Hillside 