So, I’m packing up my kitchen today and it’s making me a little sad. Not only did I have to pack up all my dishes and silverware, rendering this space a culinary dead zone, but I will not be able to use my Le Creuset spatula, balloon whisk, or stand mixer for several weeks. My cast iron skillet will be sandwiched between dish towels and cutting boards until it has made the journey to the barren cupboards of a completely foreign kitchen. And perhaps the most depressing part of all, I have no kitchen to call home anymore. So long microplane, offset spats, and mandolin. I will see you again on the other side.