Sally is kind of bewildered by this whole thing. She has never lived in a house with a kitchen.
And neither have I, for almost six years.
As I am typing this, our dinner, baked macaroni and cheese, is in the new oven in the new house. We weren't planning on moving the kitchen to the new house just yet, but yesterday we ran out of propane in the cook shed. I had just gotten our dinner of egg rolls and pizza rolls (Bad mom! Convenience food!) heated up when I realized the stove was not cranking out any more heat. I was negligent in not noting when we last bought propane for the cook shed; a 100 pound cylinder usually lasts 4 months or longer.
Big dilemma. Do we buy more propane until we get the wiring and stuff ready to cook in the new house, or do we go for the change? The answer seemed obvious to me. I was tired of hiking over to the cook shed and making two or three trips to haul meals over. And, paying for propane when we had a like new electric range sitting there in the new house was folly. So we went for the change. Luckily our friend and handyman Chris was available to help out.
We moved the refrigerator too. It took me over two hours to clean it, but I was not going to have anything less than a sparkling clean refrigerator in my house! I will never thaw wrapped beef in the refrigerator without a pan under it again.
Obviously, there is much work left to do in my kitchen. But tonight I feel like a queen.