My Retro Kitchen
When we first moved in, we prepped quickly to host Thanksgiving. But the old worn-out oven wouldn’t heat! I was panicking. We purchased an oven online, had it arriving one day ahead of turkey day. To my consternation, the fitting wasn’t a match with the gas fixtures. The installers said they weren’t allowed to put it in unless they had authorized parts from the stove maker. I understood but — holy holiday horros! Our wonderful Sunday School teacher, C, came by and helped us go to a local hardware. He was able to connect it.
I get a bit frustrated at the lack of prep surfaces. Otherwise, everything is fairly functional in this smallish kitchen. There is nothing like a gas oven, and I’m so glad we have one here.
My dishwasher is on life support. It’s gotten stuck in the wash cycle. But I have this wonderful pressed tin ceiling and vintage-look wallpaper that compensates me for any other deficiency. It’s my happy place. I also like the separate space from the other rooms. I clang the pots and pans, run the fan on high, and cook up a storm without disturbing Sam’s viewing of baseball or Gunsmoke.


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