It's All Your Fault GW
My parents warned me about your type. Oh, you hook us with a little backsplash help, then it's on to bigger and better thingsÃ¯Â¿Â½
Except for a few burned dishes now and then, I thought I was doing pretty well on the coil-top stove that came with the house we bought two years ago. I was always a gas man and I've tried to make do. Now the siren song of induction is playing constantly in my head like a catchy pop song.
The vent in the microwave above the stove seemed to work fine until I started hanging here. When I woke up this morning, I could smell last night's salmon patties. I never noticed anything before.
It's all your fault, GardenWebbers. You know who you are, I don't have to name names. You start hanging around here, and suddenly things aren't what they seemed.
As soon as my bank account recovers, I'll be an official kitchen snob too and you'll have to show me the secret handshake. And where to put the microwave.
P.S.: And don't think I don't know you're secretly communicating with my wife. She's got to be in on this.