I have a roast beef finishing up in the oven, potatoes boiling on the stove for mashed potatoes, and vegetables waiting to cook. I am so very hungry. It smells ridiculously good in here. Sometimes when I walk down the hall, I’ll pass an apartment door where someone inside is cooking something that smells delicious and I wish I could knock on the door and invite myself to supper – or at least ask for their recipe.

Tonight, maybe someone’s hovering near my front door and thinking, “damn that smells good”.

Too bad, I’m not sharing!