sixty feet and too many joints later (pipe joints. what did you think i meant?) of plumbing black steel gas pipe from where the propane supply feeds the gas log in the fireplace, across the outside wall of the living room under the rather nice ariel window, up into the attic (slab floor, no crawl space. a mixed blessing) and then back down behind the refrigerator and across behind a cabinet and along the laboriously chiseled channels in the brick to the stove space, we are cooking with gas. i am embarrassed to admit that there were leaks. plural. it's been a while since i did this stuff. for myself or professionally. many soap suds and undoing and refitting later the thing held 30 psi for a whole day. good enough for plumbing that will carry gas at 1/2 psi.
in style decor news; the new stove is white. tres retro!
an all black glass top electric stove came with the house. we "overcooked" several dishes, not quite getting the sloooow response of the electric "burners." Robin sez, "Cooking on electric stoves is just not real cooking (apologies to electric stove afficionados). I wrote our good friend Tara and said that electric cooking is sissy cooking. You can't bang your pots and pans around. No shaking or tossing with heavy cast iron. Come on. That's not cooking, that's polite pretension about food. And that black glass and stainless steel... don't get me started!"
in weather news: spring is faltering a bit in our part of the sierra foothills. we had heavy rain, sleet, and a bit of snow today. temps down to 36 F. good thing we didn't rush to set out the flowers and tomato and pepper starts that we bought saturday.
in social news; robin's mom and sis arrive tuesday for a visit. so. no uptick in blog posts yet.
