This new kitchen, paid for with $65 each from my roommate and I, is somehow both better and worse. Better because there are (to my knowledge) no mice. And because it can be moved into our spare room. Worse because it is both forever dirty, and because it rains inside when it rains.
|Wood stove cooking was a fail.|
|It looks like it should be easy, right? Just make a fire and cook stuff on top of it. Unfortunately, I seem to fail at that first bit.|
|Yep, that's my kitchen. The floor isn't dirt, it's really old concrete, moss, and some dirt.|
|More kitchen. That's the sink on the right. It's just a big concrete basin with a drain hole (and pipe, to the yard...) in the bottom.|
|Even moar kitchen, complete with roommate's psychotic kitten.|
|And here is the stove, and the gas tank. Those things are cheaper right now.|
Turns out the local gas companies are fighting, so prices dropped from a low of 130 to 65Q. Yep, big tank of propane for less than $10. You know you want to live someplace with kitchens and propane prices like this. Ignore the bit where my kitchen would be better on a sailboat, or where they regularly short people on tank weights.
You love it, right? Anyone wanna trade?