We have had our first meal in the “temporary kitchen,” a simple affair of bread and cheese. I have called this remodel an adventure, and so it seems fitting that we begin with adventure food. I have no idea where the horses have got to, nor when the orcs and trolls will be showing up.

Meanwhile, the old kitchen is nearly empty: only empty bags, an umbrella or two, and a few stray bits of what’s-all-this-then remain. Oh, and the refrigerator and some coolers to receive its content tomorrow morning before the contractors move it.