Our first dinner in the new house happened a bit early. A rush of white trash drama enveloped the evening and in the end we moved our entire house in 3 hours. At 1030pm we were starving (and thirsty!) from our running. We made a mad dash to the liquor store and a pit stop at McDonalds. Even dinner as classy as that tasted wonderful at that particular moment. Everything made it in the move, there were no casualties; save one tomato branch broken off in the shuffle. Those four mini tomatoes are currently ripening on my (!!) window sill (!!) Our first real dinner came the next night.
I had planned for moving the 15th. I had my help lined up and dinner planned. Of course we didn't use the help, but we still had them for dinner. I cooked up two pizzas, one with my homemade bbq sauce, cheddar cheese, jalapenos and red onion, it was a huge hit. The other was a bland margarita, I guess it's not just mozzarella, tomatoes and basil. We had salad, fresh corn and big glasses of white wine. I entertained above ground, sunset light streaming through the windows. After dinner I did put them all to work organizing the garage with me, it saved a lot of time. There is a good trick, con them into unpacking your most dreaded rooms by promising them sweets, it works!