Assembled a fruit press, put together an oatmeal and bread yeast concoction in an effort to make an ersatz medieval small beer, fried up a bunch of burgers and French fries, willfully ignored the main quest
I already made a couple jams? marmalades? compotes? out of the strawberries that were growing on my archery range. Using those, some cherry juice and mint tea to make a couple gallons of wine for next month.
At some point today I need to head down to my workbench and start putting the fruit press together. We're getting a bunch of raspberries and apples this year, and that means lots of wine.
Showing up at the end of act 3 to save you from the giant slobbering mutant rat even though you were certain I died after the sweaty unhinged army colonel kicked me into a pit full of yorkie-sized rats in the middle of act 2.