This morning I woke up to a pleasant aroma that filled the entire kitchen. Deciding to find out the source of this wonderful smell, I headed to the stove. There, in its glory, my favorite apple pie was baking.

Yesterday I bought the freshest apples at the market. The idea of baking a pie had been brewing in my head for a long time, and finally I started making it. The apples, adored with cinnamon and sugar, nestled into the base of the dough like little treasures, giving it incredible flavor.

While the cake was baking, I managed to make a cup of hot tea and even make a little note to myself with the recipe. I love the process of baking, from chopping ingredients to creating unique flavors. In the end, the pie was ready.

When I pulled it out of the oven, I felt how satisfying this creative activity was. The pie looked delicious: golden and fragrant. I let it cool a bit and then cut a piece and enjoyed every little detail of the magic I had created. Now this cake has become part of my cozy mornings, reminding me that sometimes the simplest activities bring more joy than you might expect.