Today, our insanely fabulous cooker was wheeled into place in our W.I.P kitchen.
The electrician: “It’s bloody heavy to carry, for an oven. So heavy! But it’s a fancy one.”
Yes electrician. Remind me again. And again and again.
I definitely need a reminder. It was a year ago that we bought our new kitchen appliances for our future kitchen, not knowing then that they would be gathering dust in the corner of our garage until the following Spring.
But today. Ohhh, today. Today the electrician told me several times how cool it was, and each time, I internally clapped my hands with glee.
I haven’t even used it, and I am super-duper excited. Oh, just imagine all the trays of food I can fit into those 900mms of expansiveness… oh, imagine the crisp pastries and tarts, creamy casseroles, indulgent desserts, and succulent roasts I can whip up in that beast of kitchen machinery.
That’s right. Sunday. I think I will attempt a roast this Sunday evening, as an official christening of the oven.
I never thought I would love an oven soooo much. But I do. And I haven’t even used it yet. That can be another post, for another day.
And can I just say, our bareless cupboard-ed kitchen has nothing in it, and yet if you look again at the above picture, you can see we have our priorities totally in check…
Yep, that’s right.