Last night, hubby and I had a craving for cookies. So - we baked some from a recipe in our new cookbook, The Joy of Cooking. It was given to us by A's Mom. It's pretty much a symbol of domesticity, and as such, was viewed essential as a part of our married life.
I have to admit - I had fun being all domestic last night. It may sound boring and old, but A and I had a really good time, standing around in the kitchen, helping each other throw ingredients into the bowl, eating batter and talking excitedly about how good the cookies smell.
It was cold outside, and A and I spent the evening inside in a warm kitchen, in our pj's, drinking tea and eating fresh-baked oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. It was fun and romantic and yummy.
I'd say last night was pretty much as close to perfect as an evening can get.