Needing to clean, the downside of cooking at home. Switched to iron pans many years ago, as I had to discard the last of the non-stick coated ones. Although ingesting the stuff (it's got to go into the food, where else would it be?) is probably not as bad as some of the alarmists might claim, I figure I'm exposed to more odd chemicals and diseases than most people. Limiting one variable, and adding a source of dietary iron, seemed wise. Not to mention that I won't need to replace them in my lifetime, with care. I've gotten used to how to cook with them, and an electric burner.
Ting! Well, ok, more like, Gleam!
I didn't chose the color of the kitchen appliances, but I do like the black. Hard to shine them up, they suck in the light, but oh, so stylish. I'd never buy them black, but I can enjoy them rented. D and I looked at a condo open house yesterday. A livable space, good as a rented apartment. But too poky, too oddly broken up, to want to own it, especially at the price. Not that we are in any position to buy a house of any sort right now. We are looking, idly. Dropping in on open houses as we come across them, getting a feel for what we may eventually look for, if and when. How much space, and what is too much, no more beige-apartment-cheap-carpeting, wide-cat-friendly window sills, stuff like that.
The storm is looming, and we have snuggled down in eager anticipation. We'll go walking later.