It began with the bunny buns that turned out to look quite different from the internet example.
Small improvements were seen with rising and baking.
The smell of fresh bread, however, was irresistible, and the temptation proved too great for one of my dear ones. She ate nine of them while standing at the counter. Prior to the big dinner.
But in the end I had to admit that it didn't matter. The shared moment of joy, being together and enjoying a small delight, trumped my own needs and arbitrary expectations.
Today I am thankful for the good things.