Yesterday was my turn to host a supper club with the gals. And we had to cancel. My house was clean. The homemade chicken soup was stewing and the whole place smelled like Meme's mandarin orange cake.
I also discovered the best smelling table arrangement in the whole wide world. Fresh rosemary with orange slices in the water. Between these smells and the cake, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I even caught a nap in front of the TV while the snow came down and Genevieve redesigned kitchens.