You know the type. That person who carries her camera with her everywhere she goes and you can't eat a single bite of whatever it is on your plate until she's recorded that meal and that moment with her camera. And even after you've taken a few bites, there she is, still snapping away. I have been less of that person lately, not from lack of desire, but other things just have to take priority sometimes.
But today I was making granola, using my mother's preserves (best in the world, for the record), and I just had to capture this one quiet moment of the sweet taste of home. And sometimes that alone is all you need to make you happy.