I’ve been baking a lot in preparation for visiting family this weekend. While I was pulling sheets of cookies in and out of our little oven I was day-dreaming about our future house. I envision a bright sunny kitchen that truly becomes the heart of our home. A place where everyone naturally gathers; where kids steal hot cookies off the cooling rack and run outside to play; where I can wear a different apron every season; and where we feed our growing family. Maybe that all sounds pretty idealistic, like it should be in a 1950s ladies magazine about keeping a good home. But that’s what I think about when I’m baking and with a little luck it should all be coming true very soon.