Entering week twelve over here without access to my kitchen. Granted, for 6 of the weeks we stayed at my parents and used thier kitchen- but it's not the same. I guess if anything has been clarified by this process its that I love to have my kitchen handy. I'm not any kind of great cook, but I do like to get in there and make things. Particularly things in the oven on cold days. Bread, muffins, scones...love them all.
We borrowed a toaster oven from Kirk and Kelly. It has worked to heat up a frozen pizza or warm up other already cooked items. But it's touchy- I'm never sure if it's going to work or not. But this weekend I had a cup of cream that had to be used and went out on a limb to make some scones. The problem was that in the process of making them I start anticipating pretty seriously- so if it didn't work, it was going to be a bitter disappointment. Luckily, the little toaster oven came through. It was just the step towards normalcy that I needed as progress on the remodel seems to stall. The smell, the taste- brought me to a happy place.
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