When we got home from Idaho this weekend, I cleaned up my kitchen and then turned my oven on. No clothes were unpacked. No laundry was started and we still were using all of our toiletries out of our toiletry bags. Yet... I had fresh doughnuts for us to eat because my priorities are all about food (always).
Being away from my kitchen from a week is not easy. On the car ride home I thought of all of the things I would make when I got home and then it dawned on me that the only way to feel like I was home was to measure out flour and sugar in measuring cups and grate fresh lemon peel. It's good to be home.