Cookies

Today when I get home I think I'll bake some cookies, maybe the kind with oatmeal and butterscotch chips. Cookie baking is a very relaxing kind of activity, full of sensory pleasures. The whisper of sugar hissing out of a bag is a nice sound, and so is the whomph of the oven firing up, like a tired dragon grunting as it does its duty. Then there's the way it makes the whole house smell of warmth and contentment. It's kind of a "luxury" smell - when you walk into a house that smells like fresh-baked cookies, you know that everything is all right, and even if it's not, whatever isn't is not very important.