And for the first time in my life, I made pesto. With my own basil! Pretty thrilling, to be honest. And it smelled (and tasted!) divine! And I thought that would be my Joyful Moment.
Then the phone rang and it was HH asking if he could invite a couple guys (one is single, the other is single while his wife and baby are away) over for dinner. It was 5 PM by this time, mind you. But I said, "Sure!" No problem.
But no pesto either as it's not exactly a super hearty dish and I was only planning on enough for our family.
So, I quickly through together a different dish and made four loaves of French bread, just in case. And it went well!
And I was proud of myself for putting together a successful meal in one hour.
And that was my Joyful Moment. We haven't had anyone over for dinner for a couple months, so it was just nice.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments that you can put together successfully in one hour, or less!