The other day our neighbours asked Robin if he could help them move their dishwasher (i.e. hook it up in a different location in their kitchen). Since my man is a handy guy and pretty helpful and our neighbours are good people, he happily obliged.

It was during dinner time, so I fed the kiddies then put a plate aside for Robin. When he got back from next door he was carrying a fresh-from-the-oven, homemade loaf of beautiful bread. The crust was golden and crispy and the inside was fluffy white and piping hot. OMG, it was beautiful. Apparently it was ‘payment’ for his services.

We devoured it immediately. It was absolutely heavenly. I would be happy to pimp out my husband’s handyman skills for fresh bread any time. Any time.