Today begins an adventure. Our kitchen is being ripped out. One wall of cabinets, tiles, oven, hob, and recirculating ventilator is gone (or at least, piled up outside). The tiles practically fell off the wall, they were so marginally attached. The kitchen contents - as little of it as we unpacked, knowing this was coming - are arranged on a bookshelf and in boxes in the living room. The new sink arrived in the mail today. And I'm learning a whole lot about using microwaves.
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Hope the gutting of the kitchen goes smoothly!
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"Bills, bills, junk, bills. Oh, look. The kitchen sink! Oh, and a letter."
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When my mom's kitchen was being ripped out and renovated, she used a combination of takeout and microwave cookery to eat. What she learned is that no matter how good of an idea it might seem, skip trying to make regular pasta in a microwave. At best, it'll take forever.
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