First Dinner Made in the New Kitchen

I must say I am truly blessed.  We found this place on a Friday, Saturday we put down the deposit, and I looked for a stove on Craigslist. I found one that I liked, but the man said that someone else was interested and he would call me if they did not purchase it.   Monday afternoon, we had the keys.   Tuesday night, we were treated to dinner at Amber’s.  Wednesday afternoon, I decided to try to find a second hand microwave, and all I was able to find was a food warmer (well, I did see a “pre-owned” microwave, but it was more expensive than a new one!), so we wound up going to Troy burger for dinner.

Thursday morning, I looked on Craigslist again and saw that the stove was still free.  It was just what I wanted, an old stove at a great price.  When I called the gentleman he said it did not have a thermostat in the oven, and it was all manual.  I was thrilled – especially since it had no thermostat.

You may not realize this, but the way modern gas stoves work, is when the thermostat reaches a certain temperature, the gas is turned off, and restarted when the temperature gets too low.  This means that the temperature fluctuates – and in the absence of oven tiles, your oven temperature will vary greatly, producing questionable products.  The old stoves that do not have a thermostat just stay on – you set it, and forget it.  Of course, they also do not have temperature dials, so it is important to either have an oven thermometer or know how long to hold you hand in the oven to tell what the temperature is.

Two seconds is high heat
Three seconds is medium-high heat
Four seconds is medium heat
Five seconds is medium-low heat
Six seconds is low heat

After I hung up with the man, I had to find a truck, so I called my good friend, Eric, and by the end of the conversation he was saying I should check St. Vincent De Paul for a refrigerator.  I convinced Amber that we should go – after all, it’s a resale shop, our favorite place!  The place is absolutely huge, with just great stuff, at really great prices.

After I found a microwave I liked, Amber reminded me we had a PTA function that night, and that I should try to find something nice to wear – I did, a straight black velvet skirt to go with my black velvet shirt.

Amber and I both went to the PTA function and we honored for our participation in the semi-annual book faire. We got home about 8:30 and I called the man with the stove, and he asked if it was too late, because he could deliver it.  I was thrilled!

My baby came wrapped up in a blanket with a rope around her so she wouldn’t fall off the truck.  She’s 80 years old, and made of cast iron.  She’s heavy and the wonderful man had quite a time bringing her in, but we got her situated.  I’ll be taking pictures of her and posting them soon.  Her name is Bertha.  For eighty years old, she has only three tiny nicks, all her parts are original, and she even still has her fold down top.  She’s an O’Keefe and Merritt.

Friday, we asked the manager to hook up her gas, but he said that her pilot has to be cleaned out, and he did not light her oven either.  No biggie, I can wait on that.  The very first thing she cooked was scrambled eggs in a stock pot, because I still did not have all my wonderful cookware yet.

Saturday, I got some of my things from storage, but not cookware, so we went to Elena’s Greek Armenian Restaurant right down the street. 

Sunday, we went to Mass, and went to Ralph’s and I got hamburger, lettuce, tomato and cucumber to make Sunday dinner.  Good thing we ate something else because I still didn’t have cookware, and no spatula.

The rest of the boxes and furniture came on Monday morning.  To expedite the move, all the boxes were put the in garage, and that’s a good thing.  Our kitchen does not have much storage, so a lot of things are going to live permanently in the garage, like baking dishes and my beloved Nesco.

Monday night, we were treated to Elena’s again, and had left overs of her wonderful rice.  I could easily eat that rice every day.  Yes, I was beginning to get a little concerned about the hamburger I had purchased on Sunday.

So, Tuesday morning, this morning, I made it my mission to find the spatula and find the cast iron grill.  I finally found them, got all the cooking utensils washed and put away, and started dinner at about 7:00.  By 7:15pm we were sitting at the dinner table, saying grace and eating hamburgers prepared on Bertha.

Thank you, God, I am truly blessed!

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