Mom is gone. The funeral is over. Verne is confused. Life moves on.
After all the cooking we have been doing for the last six months in a big kitchen on a residential stove, John has more than had it with our 18-year-old RV stove. So he ripped it out.
We all know that I am NO cook. I can follow a recipe if I’m not interrupted, but I get no pleasure from “feeding people” as some say. My children only survived because they liked cereal, salads, soup, and whatever I could make with boiled water So I was very surprised when John said I could pick out the stove top.
The one I chose, fits almost exactly in the space that the original one was in.
A little saw here.
A little saw there.
And it slides right in.
John hooks up the gas, adds on the face-plate, and plugs it in to a wall outlet.
Bada bing bada boom, a brandy-new residential gas burner stove top.
Our outlets run at 110 volts, but to hook the stove into the 12-volt system of the RV so we don’t have to be on shore power or have the RV’s inverter on to use the stove, we need a power inverter, which we don’t have yet. Hence the cord running out of the stove to the wall outlet.
I can’t wait to see what he cooks for us!
Update: The inverter is here and he has patched it in. We are good to go!
Wendy/John,
Sorry about your mom’s passing. It’s really great that you were able to help your family move on.
I’ve always enjoyed reading about your adventures, bonus without ads too! All the best. Keith