Sixth floor kitchen, Saturday night
Shilo had ended up taking a three-hour-long nap this evening (mostly because she could), and as a result had missed dinner time. So now she was attempting to fend for herself in a kitchen that she'd only read about in her father's issues of Popular Mechanics, in articles like "How I Restored My Parents' Old Kitchen" and "Nostalgia for The '00s".
So she knew all about how the stove was constructed, and how to replace parts that weren't out of circulation yet with bits of wire you found around the garage... but no clue as to how one actually used it.
"Is macaroni and cheese supposed to be that color?" she asked the universe at large while staring into a pot.
[I realized tonight that Shilo hadn't been up to the top floor yet. Open to anyone!]
So she knew all about how the stove was constructed, and how to replace parts that weren't out of circulation yet with bits of wire you found around the garage... but no clue as to how one actually used it.
"Is macaroni and cheese supposed to be that color?" she asked the universe at large while staring into a pot.
[I realized tonight that Shilo hadn't been up to the top floor yet. Open to anyone!]