The apartment has taken a lot of getting used to and this combo is at the top of the list of the reasons why.
An electric stove top and a microwave above the stove.
Having cooked with gas for almost all my adult life, going backwards three steps to electric is like learning to walk. I’m still in the crawling phase.
The burners take forever to heat up and it’s all push buttons to make a burner hotter or cooler. No knob. And ask me what happens if you’re so used to leaving a pan on the burner when you’ve turned off the gas burner then remember, oops, this isn’t gas and the pan gets too hot.
That’s reason #7633689 we buy prepared meals at Wegman’s. Heat and eat. But my morning egg requires using the stove top. Maybe I buy microwaveable eggs or oatmeal? Or have Fruit Loops?!
Okay, I’ll figure it out. I can eventually get the hang of an electric cooktop but that microwave, again, no one thinks of short people. It’s counterintuitive to pull something down out of the microwave that’s scalding hot, even liquid like soup, that could spill on you. Microwaves should be counter height, although I’d love to know if anyone has one of those new fangled drawer microwaves where you drop food in and lift up. Are they good?
Mr. EOS is back in RI today and sent garden harvest pix that I’ll post tomorrow. He also bought himself a fishing skiff that’s really just right for checking the lobster traps and casting line for a few bass or blues. Those pix will come closer to mid week when he’s taken possession of it.
It got oppressively hot again today. I tried sitting outside among the other residents doing the same. That’s another learning curve for me in apartment living! 😵💫💆🏻♀️
UPDATE: In the comments section there was discussion about the beginnings of the above the stove microwave. Here’s a 1970s photo that I’d guess started the trend.
Also a photo of what I can best remember the only 1960s microwave I saw.