Life is a bit strange here at Compound de Dude at the moment. Not only are all the young dudes out of the house, but we’re also undergoing a major home renovation.
Which means we’re without an actual kitchen as we get that room expanded, eating up the dining room, and leaving behind enough space for a laundry room. Exciting times, for annoying values of excitement.
So, anyway, there’s the kitchen. Or lack thereof. Not much there other than a cut off bit of countertop, the literal kitchen sink and the garbage disposal. And I mean the actual disposal, not Buzz, the garbage disposal that walks like a dog.
All of which means that making lunch for the wife, known to me as She Who Must Be Fed And Fed Well, much less making dinner is becoming an exercise in frustration.
We’ve moved the microwave, the toaster oven, the toaster, the coffee maker and the shake blender out into the garage and plugged them in, but there’s not much we can make with that.
So we’ve been making do with ordering out, which is getting old. Fortunately, we’re able to make salads so we’re getting greens and that’s good. Although, just now, writing this bit I remembered that we’ve got a slow cooker so that might be a way we can make some actual good dinners that don’t require us to pick up the phone.
Of course, that means we’ll actually have to find some real plates off of which we can eat and that might be a problem, but it’s nothing we can’t surmount.
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