appliances and zucchini

We are getting closer to a real kitchen. I cannot find the words to describe the effort it requires. The two of us carry the new appliances up the wonky spiral staircase -- I am talking about a new dishwasher, oven and fridge/freezer -- so we deserve a jolly hearty meal afterwards. Our supper has to be what is left in the old fridge. Zucchini, onions and garlic. My pantry on the bedroom floor supplies a can of chopped tomatoes with basil and a bag of dried tagliatelle. We drown the concoction with a glass of shiraz and we count the number of meals left before we have the new kitchen.