Karmic Kitchen

Those who know me know I enjoy having people over to my place and feeding them.  But, in the last couple of weeks I think my kitchen is trying to tell me something.  While friends were over about two weeks ago my kitchen sink clogged.  Dinner was pretty much ready so I didn’t stress too much.  I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “I guess we don’t have to do the dishes tonight”.  We all laughed and enjoyed dinner together.  The sink was fixed the next night (really, what else does anyone want to do on a Friday night anyway?).

The next day, my fridge stopped keeping things cool.  And, correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that the job of a fridge, to keep things cool?  It was a side-by-side fridge (fridge on one side, freezer on the other).  I opened the freezer side and everything had melted and dripped to the bottom.  And then, in my infinite wisdom, I turned it as cold as it would go so it didn’t get messier in there.  Really, not a good idea.  I don’t advise this action – ever! A bag of frozen strawberries had collapsed through the wire shelf and once they semi-froze again I couldn’t get them out.  Over-ripe bananas that I had put in the freezer to make banana bread with later did the same thing.  So, a new fridge was bought and arrived a week later.

Then, the other day, an hour before people were to arrive, I put some butter in the microwave to melt in order to make corn bread.  Not even 20 seconds in a loud pop was heard, then a flash was seen, and the microwave stopped.  The next day, a new microwave was bought.

Today, friends are coming for dinner.  Come on, new gas range.

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