Yesterday was a tough day.
I was convinced our house was poisoning our children and ironically they were acting so badly I was kind of rooting for it to, but quick-like. But it wasn't really them, it was my bad attitude, which didn't help them out, viscous cycle 101. So, we decided to pack everyone up and, that's right, go to the hardware store.
We purchased a wonderful new gas stove. Not the cheapo kinds, but not the ultra-fancy ones either. This one is minimum frills with one big exception: it has a fifth, middle burner. Now, this may not seem like a big deal to those of you who see cooking as a nice smelling punishment (and I count myself in your ranks sometimes), but to people like Corinne, and me vicariously through her delicious dinners, we thought this was a great idea. Now we can do paella, huge gumbos, gigantic soups, all that. Plus, the stovetop is basically one big level hot zone, so you can slide your little cast iron pans over the fire to your heart's content. Come over, we'll feed you.
We also got a wonderful new faucet. The handheld sprayer part is built into the faucet itself, not separate. And it's high loping so you can fit... you guessed it... the soup pot under it! God I'm getting old.
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That first sentence is worthy of some sort of literary prize. I love you. You make me laugh.
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