The pilot kitchen is finally done.

It’s small. Smaller than we imagined at first. Every corner already spoken for.

But it works.

Everything has a place, even if we had to negotiate for it. The light falls right in the mornings. Surfaces feel good to work on. There’s a kind of order to it that wasn’t there before.

We’ve been looking at it as a construction site for months. Dust, wires, measurements, things half-finished. It’s strange seeing it come together.

This is where it starts.

Not a factory. Not built for scale. Just enough to make things properly.

We’ll outgrow it. That’s almost certain.

But for now, it feels right.

Contained. Focused.

Ours.