Opinion: Kitchen aid
The Wolfsie’s refrigerator went to Habitat for Humanity. We don’t have a dishwasher or a stove, either. The Salvation Army took them away. We threw out the microwave that was over the oven. Nobody wants an appliance that’s been stuck on “Popcorn” for two decades.
For our kitchen remodeling, we moved our smaller appliances like the toaster oven and coffee pot to the garage, near our second fridge. We now use my workbench as a countertop for preparing salads, and on the front of the Prius we marinate meat for the barbecue—unless it starts to rain, in which case we just jump in the car and go out to dinner. Last night we forgot to take the boneless chicken breasts off the hood.
Our kitchen was very outdated, but I was still nostalgic when I saw the room gutted. “We sure have some wonderful memories in this kitchen, don’t we, Mary Ellen?”
“We do? Oh yeah, like the time you used hand-washing liquid soap in the dishwasher and the entire room filled up with bubbles. Or last July 4th when you microwaved an opened can of baked beans. How about the evening you dropped your cell phone in the garbage disposal? And Dick, you can’t forget the wonderful meals I have prepared in that room.”
“Yes, I remember that night, too.”
Life during the past week has required some adjustments. “Dick, I’m going into the garage to make a smoothie.”
“Well, okay, but you’ll have to disconnect the shop vac so you can plug in the blender.”
“I did that so we could plug in the toaster oven. Is there an outlet available for the portable microwave?”
“Not if we want the garage door to open.”
When our kitchen is completed, it will offer state-of-the-art technology for fixing a meal. It’s a day that we will celebrate.
Mary Ellen will probably want to go out for dinner.