But what is it with the sky-high microwaves?
I’ve been in so many lovely, new homes where the microwave is almost above my head. Safety standards dictate that you should be able to slide a bubbling casserole out of the microwave at chest height – thus reducing the risk of spilling it down your front.
I’m only 5′3″ and I’d have to stand on my tip-toes just to peek inside this microwave.
C.R.@ March 31st, 2008 at 12:26 am
Speaking of microwaves: not-actually-cooking-in-your- kitchen is the new cooking-in-your-kitchen.
Everyone (including me) wants their kitchen to look like they could give Gordon Ramsay a run for his money–that is if they really wanted to. But when you can just nuke it, or “heat through,” who needs the f***ing work? ( a little Ramsay humor there).
I can’t decide which I’d rather have (choosing between the lesser of two evils): a microwave way up high, or one in the lower row of cabinetry…
Too bad they couldn’t find a better spot, especially in (what looks like) a brand new kitchen in a brand new house.
Candy Evans@ March 31st, 2008 at 10:45 am
Honey, may favorite recipe: reservations.
C.R.@ March 31st, 2008 at 11:07 am
Reminds me of a conversation my mom and dad had once:
Dad: “What are you making for dinner?”
Mom: “Reservations.”
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I too love this kitchen. Classic, yet hip.
But what is it with the sky-high microwaves?
I’ve been in so many lovely, new homes where the microwave is almost above my head. Safety standards dictate that you should be able to slide a bubbling casserole out of the microwave at chest height – thus reducing the risk of spilling it down your front.
I’m only 5′3″ and I’d have to stand on my tip-toes just to peek inside this microwave.
Speaking of microwaves: not-actually-cooking-in-your- kitchen is the new cooking-in-your-kitchen.
Everyone (including me) wants their kitchen to look like they could give Gordon Ramsay a run for his money–that is if they really wanted to. But when you can just nuke it, or “heat through,” who needs the f***ing work? ( a little Ramsay humor there).
I can’t decide which I’d rather have (choosing between the lesser of two evils): a microwave way up high, or one in the lower row of cabinetry…
Too bad they couldn’t find a better spot, especially in (what looks like) a brand new kitchen in a brand new house.
Honey, may favorite recipe: reservations.
Reminds me of a conversation my mom and dad had once:
Dad: “What are you making for dinner?”
Mom: “Reservations.”