Secret life of stoves



Yesterday C took apart our Wedgewood gas stove. He showed me the manifold, a beautiful wiggly thing- all one piece of cast iron. It looks intestinal- the path to the front stove curls around so it travels the same distance as the back. One would not guess such a thing inside a square box which contains more boxes. I'm onto our stove.



Sunday was appliance day. We drove miles and miles to Sunnyvale Fry's to pick up a Korean refrigerator. I have decided that the Danish are not food-obsessed enough to make a worthy refrigerator and hence the CFC free Conserv is kicked out for the LG. C missed our turn to the Lawrence Expressway and ended in front of a parade. There is nothing worse than a tooting brass section blocking your pathway when you are hot on the heels of the appliance of your dreams.



It was meant to be, the fridge and I. I know this because I got the last one in a discontinued color: Noble Inox is displaced by the Titanium finish. They are near identical except the failed marketing name and subtle golden hue on the Inox. Being the last closeout item, the Inox was only half the ducats.

The new fridge is underwritten by the generous contribution of J who could not bear the thought of a biscuit colored clunker hoarding my provisions. The remaining half of the funds should really go to the man who heaved and hoed the fridge from the store into the house, also heaved and hoed the old fridge onto our sidewalk. What a man!!! He also spray-painted a sign "Free. Works Great!" Despite such promotional suggestions, the fridge sits outside still.