That bag of flour had been sitting in the back of the cabinet since way before any of the packing started.
Didn’t want to haul it to the new place, didn’t want to just toss it either.
So today I finally used it up.
Whole kitchen smelled like something other than cardboard boxes for once, which was honestly the best part!
Both cats showed up on the counter the second the tray came out of the oven, like they’d been waiting the whole time.
Nothing fancy, just plain and warm.
Felt good to make something instead of sorting through something, even just for a little while.
Already deciding the oven gets hooked up first in the new kitchen, before a single box gets opened.