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I made a promise to myself somewhere over the Atlantic, half curled up between discomfort and sleep, that this summer I would bring my blog back to life. Today, half-sleepy promises take on life, poking their sticky little hands out towards the sun.

What better place to start than a very large kitchen?

May I introduce to you the kitchens of Hampton Court,where charcoal fires once burned under cast-iron pots, where bread, fish, wine and meat ran so freely that the court had to move or utterly deplete the countryside. This, according to my handy headset, was kitchen life under Henry VIII. I have a new wish in life, and it is to actually cook in one of the kitchens.

Pie, preferably. Although I am a bit skeptical of any crust not meant for consumption. For more information on Tudor cooking, see here.

Tomorrow, I will introduce you to my very, very, very tiny kitchen. I used to think that the 60-square foot kitchen was nothing but a nightmare, but so far, we're eating very well, and our kitchen is lucky to be pushing 20.