I am not quite sure how that works, but sometimes food makes me happy. I know it sounds silly, yet it’s the absolute truth.
I can look at beautiful apples and my heart is filled of joy.
When the aroma of fresh raisin bread hits my nostrils, all is well in the world. Every time.
And sometimes, I think about peppers. Red, and yellow and green. Even orange. And I can’t help but smile.
Summer barbecues, kebabs and meat–how can I keep from feeling happy?
Food makes me happy sometimes. I know it’s silly. But it’s the absolute truth.
It’s the little things in life…