Natalie was expecting a visitor today. And while she was waiting, she'd done various small work-related tasks, and some that were less so. Like baking vanilla bean sugar cookies. Not because there was a little bit of history with her and Jim and vanilla cookies – although there was – but because it was a familiar recipe and she'd brought vanilla beans from Tahiti and it had felt like an occasion for using them.
Also, the cookies made the whole apartment smell great. And they tasted good. Perfect Sunday snack.
[ooc: NFB. For that guy.]
Also, the cookies made the whole apartment smell great. And they tasted good. Perfect Sunday snack.
[ooc: NFB. For that guy.]