I get up really early every morning to ride my bike. I like to do various routes and levels of difficulty, so I drive to different neighborhoods close to where I live.

This morning was particularly cold, so I was pedaling faster than usual to be done with it, and get back to my car. But I slowed down to look at a charming house with glowing multi-colored Christmas lights and fanciful ornaments.

As I coasted by, the most tantalizing breakfast smells wafted all around me. I just wanted to throw down my bike, run into that warm, cozy kitchen, sit down, and dig in!