Quite some time ago, I had the distinct pleasure to spend an afternoon with one of my dear friends Simeon, who is very much a brother-from-another mother. Now, it must be stated that Simeon is a fellow of many divergent interests, one of which is baking. When I arrived at the house, he happily greeted me and ushered me within, where by once inside, my olfactory senses immediately surmised that there was a loaf of one of his amazingly nom nom nomish sourdough bread baking within the oven. Simple pleasures are by far the best of pleasures. Spending the day with a dear old friend, enjoying freshly baked break together is the type of day that I wish all days were like.