It’s been nearly two months since I arrived here in Delhi, and I know you are all dying to know one thing: what my oven looks like. Or perhaps you’re wondering if it has tried to kill me yet. Well, I am overjoyed to report that I have a beautiful, boring old American style oven.
It features a gas range and oven space wide enough to fit baking sheets and roasting pans I haven’t used in almost 7 years. The temperature dial is in Farenheit, there are no pictograms, and it seems to run reliably well. It is rather precariously hooked up to some decrepit old gas tanks out back, but other than that, I am sorry to disappoint you.
But before you decide to unfollow my blog on the grounds of insufficient subject matter, let me show you my microwave:
This technological kitchen wonder has at least 500 settings, none of which I can really figure out. I usually just throw leftovers in there and punch the keypad blindly, hoping it will start making noise. But if I ever need to make that ancient Indian delicacy known as “chocolate cake,” I’ll be all set.