There are several things I miss about living in England, but
British appliances aren’t among them. We had a dishwasher that dissolved (not
melted, dissolved) rubber spatulas. I’ve no idea why. One pair of John’s jeans
overwhelmed our little washer. Anything bigger went to the laundromat. The
dryer didn’t have a dryer vent. It didn’t need one. Instead of blowing clothes
dry, it cooked them. They’d come out really hot, and still damp. For some
reason the blender heated everything it pureed; great for soups, but not for
smoothies. With a little creativity, I could almost fit a week’s worth of
groceries in our under-the-counter fridge. But I had to be on hands and knees
to get anything in or out. My favorite appliance was the toaster. It made
excellent toast. Then, without warning, it would launch the finished product
several feet into the air. The five-second rule doesn’t count when you have a
three-second dog.
No comments:
Post a Comment