My kind of happy.

Food brings me joy in many different ways.

There is the quiet contentment of sitting down to a home-cooked meal with the family on Sundays, and the irreplaceable ease of TV dinners on the couch.

There is the happy buzz that comes from catching up with old friends over tea, and the bright trill of happiness that comes from sharing a round of food and tipples with the ladies from work, and laughing until my cheeks ache.

And then there's my favourite kind of happy - the blissful pleasure that sighs into me when I enter a whitewashed bakery. To breathe in the wonderful aromas of baking pastries, and to drink in the array of pretty cakes and rustic breads - row upon row of filled buns and flaky croissants, and tray upon tray of vibrant tarts and delicate cakes in the chiller. I love wandering the aisles, over and over, just to select one to take home for tea. Or to sit down to a cuppa with, if I've got company.

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