We have a new apartment!
The boy and I moved into our new place at the beginning of September: same (sketchy) building, larger unit. What sold us? The really really large kitchen. Well, relatively so anyway, as far as apartment living goes. But, but, but… we had no fridge until a good week later. No joke: it was Sept 7th before we convinced them that doing groceries was integral to my well being. Eating instant noodles and pizza for a week had me wondering how people survive on these types of food for the entire academic year. Ewww.
The building management had promised us a new fridge (a few new ones were on order), and kept saying that they’d be here ‘either today or tomorrow’. Definitely more than a few ‘tomorrows’ passed by, so we knocked on their office door. The solution to the not-yet-arrived fridges? Them pulling out a fridge from an empty unit. Meh, it’ll do for now – not to mention that it’s a better fridge than the one on the boy’s old studio. Besides, it seems like they haven’t forgotten about the new fridge, which means perhaps one of those by the end of the month? I’ve learned not to assume anything around here. I’m just crossing my fingers on one of those soon, so we’ll have a functional freezer. Not that the one now isn’t functional, but it’s one of those ice-boxes-within-the-fridge type deals. Not very cold.
We lucked out at the grocery store last week: tuna was mislabeled as shark! We couldn’t believe our luck at finding this stuff for 11$/kg. It turned out to be okay, but not fabulous (unfortunately), in our rendition involving soy sauce, wasabi, and sesame seeds. I’m not sure I’ll be using the george foreman again for tuna without modifications (it didn’t grill… it steamed the fish – too much liquid!).
In other kitchen news, our oven has no temperature markings.