Maybe a month and a half after our washer went kaput, dh was getting ready to run the dishwasher. This is dangerous territory for him because I am the master dishwasher loader around here. I know exactly how to pack every square inch of that thing. He'd been working out and apparently didn't know his own strength. When he went to close the soap container, the whole piece broke off in his hand and then broke into tiny little pieces. Since we had a dinosaur of a dishwasher, we opted for a new one rather than attempting any repairs.
Isn't she lovely, built in hard disposal, movable racks, sanitizing settings, and boy is she ever quiet. In this house anything that is quiet wins brownie points with me.The next day, the very next day after breaking our dishwasher, dh was helping with dinner. He went to remove the veggies from the microwave when I hear him gasp, "I am not doing this on purpose!" Did I mention he'd been working out? I turn to find he has pulled the handle off the microwave. He had earlier joked since the new dishwasher was stainless, we should start replacing all the kitchen appliances. Little did I know he'd significantly help that process along.
Today, this baby was replaced. We have disliked it since the day we moved here. The towel is my feeble attempt to hide an un-cleanable door. A few years ago the element died as I was baking Christmas cookies. Then a month ago dh started a pretty good grease fire. It survived our batters, but it has never been the same.
The big-box home improvement store intsaller recognized me when he arrived. We are sort of memorable. I am not sure there are too many houses with six little ones circling the poor guy as though they were Indians dancing around a tribal fire. Everyone is curious what he is doing. The little ones never stop moving underfoot and the older ones shoot out question after question. If that weren't memorable enough, I am sure the sight of me frantically trying to clean areas that haven't seen the light of day in many years was. I shudder to post this picture, but for posterity's sake, look at the dirt, even a refrigerator magnet, and a crayon. How did those things get there?
Here's the new stove. It came today, sight unseen to me. Dh picked it out himself. He does a substantial amount of cooking around here. I'm the day-to-day cook, he's the anything special chef. We definitely eat better on his days. He also had the time to research and look at these things. Somehow I don't think I would get much accomplished while out with all six children. I spent half the afternoon reading the manual. I have a meeting tonight, but dh will be trying out the new convection oven after dinner tonight. He's making zucchini bread, our first fruits from the summer garden. It may take me a month to figure out all the features.
Stay tuned as the sequel to The Appliance Saga continues with continued kitchen improvements in New Granite Countertops...
2 comments:
Beautiful appliances~!
Ok. Tom is so going to start going to the gym and working out. We have an older than dirt stove micro combo thing. I'm not lieing this thing is from the 70's. the micro went out in the spring and we replaced it with one that now takes up counter space. I keep hoping the stove will go boom but no luck. Our dishwasher is about 8 years old I think. Our fridge is only about 5 years and very nice. I like it, well except the part where J&J leaned on the bottom freezer door and now it won't stay suctioned close without a gallon of water to help it out.
I am literally sitting here ooohhhing and awwwwing over you pretty appliances. Congrats and hope they aren't cutting into budget too bad.
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