We had just moved into this house. The kitchen was old. It had ugly white pickled looking cabinets - except for one that one was wood colored... Why? I have NO idea.
It had baby blue countertops. Simply lovely.
It had a JennAire cooktop. Don't get excited. The downdraft drafted into the crawlspace - not very effective. I had all the attachments, but.. um.. they were.. EEWWW... I had 2 burners out of 4 that actually worked. This cooktop was in the middle of my island.
I had a wall oven/microwave unit. The microwave was so old that it worked intermittently. My dad - an old Raytheon employee who knows about these things - made me absolutely promise I wouldn't use it. Yes - he made me nervous and NO I didn't use it. The wall oven - that was an interesting appliance. It didn't keep any temperature. You couldn't bake anything without standing there watching the temperature. For no reason it would jump to 550. Makes food oh so tasty... NOT!
I had Mr. Bug's teeny tiny office microwave on the counter... Oh so attractive...
The dishwasher was vile. Didn't wash, didn't clean. No point in even having one if it doesn't work. We replaced that within days of moving in.
So, one quiet Sundy morning, I turn on the oven to make muffins and I hear "Zzzzzzt... zzztttt. poof!" I jumped about a mile! It scared me...
First thought "OMG! I blew it up!" Second though, "Gee, darn... that's too bad..."
I quickly turned off the oven and called up to Mr. Bug. "Honey, I blew up the oven. No muffins today!"
"What?" That poor boy blasted out of bed faster than I have ever seen him move. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine.. the oven is not. I can't stand this kitchen!"
Mr. Bug sighs... That old "I've given up" type sigh. That "I'm going to be broke" type of sigh... You girls know the one I mean!
"Go today. Get a kitchen."
"Really? I thought you wanted to wait until we started the addition."
"We are going to starve if you don't get it now."
(Thank God, he likes to eat!!)
I left, I designed, I had installed. It was about 12 weeks before it was completely finished, but it sure was worth it.
I now have maple cabinets (and yes, they all match) with black trim at the ceiling. I have a regular stove. I have an oven that works. I have an island I can use. I absolutely love my island.
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Monday, July 24, 2006
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