Morning came just as it always did, which was to say it was a bit slow to start before it erupted into a chaotic hubbub that I actually rather enjoyed, even if it made the minutes vanish into thin air and caused me to feel that some of my day had been 'stolen' from me.
Breakfast was almost a battlefield with how much food I had to put on the table and how many people wanted this or that, and even with Mother waking up at the same time as me and coming down to help we were still barely making it work.
Everyone we knew seemed to just be bottomless pits for any and all kinds of food, and because of that we had to make use of every single available inch of my amazing and very customized kitchen to its fullest.
A half dozen pans were searing meats and sautéing vegetables, one big pot had a thin soup while another was turning water, sugar and a smattering of other ingredients into a nice, thick syrup that I absolutely needed to have now.
