Things are really progressing with the new house, so much so that we are already making appliance selections. Just so you know, when I use the term ‘we’ here, I mean it in the royal sense. It’s just me; Mr. CH, thankfully, isn’t interested in making all of these decisions, so he’s letting me go wild in the appliance store without adult supervision. (Maybe not the smartest thing he’s done, but shhhh, that’s a ‘blog secret.’)
I picked out the appliances this week and went over my appliance allowance a teensy bit. (That’s if you define teensy as ‘100% over’.) When we bought the house I honestly thought the contract price would be what we would spend. I now realize how very naive that was. Personally, I blame Pinterest and the blog world. Let’s face it, 2 years ago, I would have basically been happy with an electric cooktop and a Fry Daddy. But not now. Now I have a picture of the perfect kitchen in my head, and do you know what is in the middle of that perfect kitchen?
|Photo Credit: Thermador|
A 48″ pro range. I went into the appliance store with one thing in mind, procuring a new 48 inch range for our new house. My budget included a 36 inch range, not a 48 inch unit. There is a big difference in price, I soon learned. (Okay true confessions here; they are twice as much, *gulp*.) Apparently there aren’t lots of choices when you want the 48 inch range, so not a lot of competition to keep prices in check.
I did casually mention to my builder that the appliance prices were high. He sounded concerned and said he didn’t understand why I was so over budget.
Then I explained that I selected a 48″ Thermador range. “Oh,” he said, “you went with the BIG BOY.” He then seemed to understand why I was over-budget.
I didn’t have to explain why I wanted this amazing range to him, after all, he has one in his kitchen. It’s not the French stove that Linsey has, click here, but it’s definitely making me giddy.
I tried to fall in love with the 36 inch, I really, really did. I backed up to look at it, squinting WITH the full head tilt; even framed it with my hands, but it was no use, my heart was already set on the big boy. I want the 6 burners and the griddle, and the two ovens. It will definitely get plenty of use, and the builder says we should get our money back when we sell the house. The problem is going to be that we (royal we here) may never want to move away from our 48″ range.
Mr. CH was fairly easy to convince on the range. I pointed up in the air, and waived my hands about talking animatedly about all of the mouth-watering dishes I could make with a 48 inch Thermador professional gas range, like pancakes and burgers on the griddle, pies, peach cobbler, fudge, brownies, homemade biscuits, enchiladas, beef roast, mashed potatoes and gravy. Then I added more arm waving and flourishes to emphasize my points.
I mentioned how I could do all of that with a Thermador 48″ range, and how this one unit will take the place of our current two wall ovens, our electric cooktop, and the electric skillet. Yes it costs much more than all of them combined, but he doesn’t bring that up. He also knows I currently cook and bake quite well with my current very functional but boring basic equipment, but he doesn’t mention that either.
As I finished on what I felt was a high note, I dramatically turned toward Mr. CH, bringing my hands gracefully to my sides, like a ballet dancer finishing Swan lake. I let my eyes drift slowly toward his in a most convincing way. But he wasn’t looking at me. He smiled, with a far off look in his eyes saying, “That sounds nice… Dear.” He seemed happy… content; was that a tear in his eye? He knows there will be some good eats coming, and this is a small price to pay.
Did you miss any previous posts on the construction progress? You can catch up here.