House-sitting in a home wherein exists one of the most delightful kitchens I know, that kitchen has long been one of the parts I've thought about as I anticipated my stay here. Oh the meals I would cook. Oh the fresh ingredients. Oh the music that would play in the background as I chopped with the gloriously sharp chef's knife.
Enter: the approach of my first dinnertime here. After a long-ish day in which I used a healthy portion of my brain in a consistent stream of tasks, I realized I was getting hungry. Shuffled down the stairs toward that spectacular kitchen. Looked around. Opened some doors and drawers... and proceeded to make my first dinner. From A Can. I'm so proud.
There's always tomorrow.