a cure for goosebumps

You know, sometime, if you ever find yourself really chilly some evening at the very beginning of April, when the daytime weather has just been starting to get its sunshine on, but when the evenings are still quite nippy; and if you are ever wandering around the house on such an evening, chilly (as mentioned before) quite possibly because you only have on a t-shirt and lightweight pajama pants and no socks ... and possibly, too, because your house isn't very well insulated; and if, added to all these things, you have a mother who bakes very good bread - in that case, I have an idea for you. My idea is that you should take the bread dough your mother has mixed up and set to rise in pans on the stove top, and when it's risen you should put it into a hot oven and set the timer for thirty minutes. When, from another room, you get an ethereal feeling that the bread should probably be done soon, you should trot downstairs and find that, incidentally, there's just one minute left on the timer; and when the seconds have ticked down and the beep resounds, you should shut off the oven and open the door and take out the loaves ... one by warm one ... slowly, so as not to be a disturbance. And when they're all on the counter, since the oven door is open anyway, you could probably just stand there for awhile, nice and close, and look in. You know. Just for awhile.

There are, quite likely, other good ideas out there that could help you out on such an evening ... but who knows, this might be one of them.