Here I sit, looking across the room at my, obviously, modern family.
As my husband is on one sofa (oh how I long for a sectional instead of my makeshift sectional of 2 sofa pushed into an L-shape... they don't even come close to matching either), working on his blog. My mother (who lives with us) is sitting to my left... working on her blog. And I am between the two of them... working on my blog. All of us with our laptops securely on our laps as the sound of typing fills the room.
My oldest son is squished on the end of the sofa with his daddy because daddy is reclining while he types.
We are truly moving up from our fighting over the one desktop. Two years later and all the grown-ups in the house have moved to laptops while the kids have been handed the 7 year old desktop computer we all used to fight over. Of course the kids still have to cope with the whole family looking over their shoulders since the desktop is smack-dab in the middle of the living room.
Modernization is happening all over the house, my husband even has an MP3 player now. I know, we're a little slow to catch-up but we are also a simple family without many technological needs. However, when it comes to my kitchen... I have always desired almost every appliance and gadget known to man.
Well, maybe not EVERY one. I had, for years and years, told my husband that I did not want an electric can opener. What's wrong with the old fashioned one that you have to turn, it doesn't take any longer using that than the newfangled (yeah, newfangled, how long have those things been around now??? LOL) things that you have to plug in. So what did my husband get me for Christmas this year?
An electric can opener. And I resisted using the thing until I couldn't find my old fashioned one (about a week after Christmas). Now, I am a convert. No longer do I have to strain my poor wrist (which has suffered greatly lately) with a can opener that is older than my marriage of almost 12 years now.
So I am an electric can opener convert.
But it never fails, whenever we move the kitchen is my "home base" so to speak. It is the first thing I look at and, usually the deciding factor in whether or not that is where we stay. Every time I manage to find a house with more counter space than the last. And it never fails... within a year or two, that counter space is cluttered from even more kitchen appliances than you will find on the shelves of your local superstore.
I seem to have it all. I have the electric griddle, the coffeepot (a nice carafe-less one too), the espresso machine (my birthday gift from my wonderful husband), the microwave (birthday gift from my mother in law, we'd been without a microwave for 3 years), the toaster, the slow cooker, the bread machine, the waffle iron (from my mom) the food processor (also a gift from my mom), the blender (Christmas present from my mother in law after I killed my last one last October), the food saver, the stand mixer, the hand mixer... and now an electric can opener.
The worst part of all these appliances is that I have to find a place for them all as I use them each so often, it seems silly to continue putting them away. Yet I do. I have 2 cabinets of miscellaneous appliances that get pulled out about as often as I change my socks. But you work with what you've got and what I've got is a kitchen with not enough counter space for all these various appliances.
One day I will have my dream kitchen with the upper/lower ovens, the refrigerator with a drawer for a freezer, and plenty of counterspace to hold all of these appliances I have acquired and the one's yet to come. I am sure there are other appliances out there I have yet to discover and add to a holiday shopping list for someone.
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