What a blessed piece of luck that this little southern town has been hit with a beautiful winter snowstorm. This has turned out to be one of the most delightful winter days of my life. I've had the roaring fireplace going, and made myself a delicious breakfast of French toast and bacon. I had tested the bread machine my grandmother gave me over the weekend, and although it is really nice to be eating homemade bread that is gluten-free, I still need to do some experimenting to find the perfect tasting recipe. Someday I will be able to find a recipe that tastes like the whole wheat oat honey bread my mother made loaves and loaves of when I was little.
I've been looking forward to this day for many years, and I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate and honor our first African-American president's inauguration, than with this lovely day of fluffy snow, a roaring fire, and a delicious gluten-free breakfast in front of the television.
Cheers to the next four years of change in this country!
