Ever notice how the best laid plans change on you?
We were over at the new house a few days ago working on projects, and my sister said to me, "You know there isn't an outlet for an electric range, we (she and her husband) pulled it out to look."
Sure enough, when I looked behind the appliance there was only the gas hook-up. Ech!
OK, fine. I'll have an electrician come out and put in the right kind of outlet.
She and my brother-in-law tell me that it will cost almost as much as getting a new gas stove. Double Ech!
I spent the next 2 days trying to figure out why I was so against a gas stove. I finally decided the two main reasons, anxious about having an appliance with flammable gas coming out of it in the kitchen, and not knowing how to cook on a gas stove (having never done so), were lame reasons that I needed to get over. Besides, I told myself (and anyone else who I could get to listen to my plight), people who are serious about cooking swear by gas...
So my new gas stove is coming, and I hope the learning curve isn't too steep. I hate messing up good food.
For fun, this is what the kitchen looks like now:
Pretty plain. Pretty boring. But I have big plans. I'll post a before and after picture when it's done. :)
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