Hug your fridge and stove

For the last six weeks my family has been flying without a full sized refrigerator and stove.  You might ask, “How is it even possible that you could think of starting a food blog without something to cook on?”  It’s a valid question. I’m not sure if I’ve told you this yet but my family is in transition, well more accurately, my dh and I are in transition.  We are both retiring very soon from the Canadian Armed Forces, but I had the opportunity to do one more exciting job in a different city, so we sold our house and took a posting.   We’ve bought our retirement house (1500 km away from where we currently live) and we are looking so forward to living in that beautiful house.  Unfortunately, because our employer has restrictions on retirement move benefits, we are only able to move our furniture once.  We couldn’t move some furniture to the new house and leave some other furniture in our current rental accommodation to take with us when we finally retire.  Since we wanted to really enjoy our retirement home on the times we visit, we made the plunge and moved all the furniture from our current rental accommodation to our retirement home.  When I say all of our furniture, I mean ALL of our furniture.  The moving truck came six weeks ago, and took all of our stuff to the new house.  After the truck left, we could hear echos in the rooms and we immediately questioned the sanity of our decision.

Since that fateful day six weeks ago, we have been living in a 1000 square foot house furnished with 2 beds, 2 living room chairs, a bar fridge and a second hand table and chair set we bought from kijiji.  “Treat it as an adventure!” dh and I said to each other.  We figured that we’ve lived with less stuff when we deployed, and we survived those experiences.  We had also bought beautiful shiny new appliances for our newly purchased home to replace the still very serviceable but less shiny older appliances that came with the home purchase.  So the retirement house that is 1500 km away had 2 fridges, 2 stoves, 2 dishwashers (you get the picture) and the house we live in had none.

So, tonight, the less shiny still very serviceable appliances are coming up on the back of a friend’s truck and they are being delivered here, to the very vacant house we are living in, and I couldn’t be any more excited.  It’s better than Christmas, it’s better than a butter tart party.  I’ll be able to bake again.  And the best thing about this rental house?  It isn’t hooked up to a fire alarm monitoring service so there will be no phone calls to disturb my baking.  Stay tuned for the blog.