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cooking light

As in, I have a very limited kitchen here in the hotel. One skillet, 2 pots, no oven safe dishes, and the most meager selection of cooking utensils. The spatula came pre-melted and the kitchen scissors were already broken. We have exactly 6 plates, forks, knives, spoons, and cups, so I have to either run the dishwasher or do all the dishes by hand after each meal. We arrived on the fourth of this month and I am fast running out of ideas. Oh, and everything I am cooking is from memory since my cookbooks are still in a crate somewhere.

I have another 2 weeks of this before we can move into the house we found, if we have managed to communicate effectively with the landlord. We are still not sure he understands us and we are not understanding him. Tomorrow's task is to get with the housing office and see if we can get all this straightened out.

 Peter was supposed to start feeding therapy before we left, but time ran out. He spits out more than he consumes, which is messy and frustrating, since he is 18 months old and weighs barely 19 pounds. Trying to come up with healthy, filling things for him is so hard. Funnily enough, most of his words involve food. "hot dog", "pop-pop" (popsicle), "app" for apple, "lo-liv" for olives. He also calls us all by name.

I go to the commissary each day to get what I need for supper. My mother does this all the time, but it is not for me. I like to have a menu and a stocked kitchen. I am awaiting Tony's arrival home from work. He has been taking the kids to the park and I can walk to the store (if it is not raining) and cook supper while the kids burn off all their pent up energy. That is our daily afternoon routine for now, but I am looking forward to having my kitchen fully functional very soon!


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  1. Are your household goods already there and waiting for you? Ours were about three months behind us, and we lived on that ACS kitchen package for a long, long time. Still, life would have been way more difficult without it! :-)

    Hope you all get settled into your permanent home soon!

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    1. I know our "unaccompanied baggage" is here. I don't think the rest of the household goods have arrived. They gave us a date of March 15 as the 'no later than' date.

      I keep checking in on you to see if that baby has arrived. I am praying for you!

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    2. Thanks for the prayers! Still waiting, somewhat impatiently. :-)

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  2. Hope everything arrives soon - you will be so, so happy to see all your things! I have visions of you shopping like the little German ladies...!

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    1. I don't know how little German ladies shop, but I do like getting out and walking. I am hoping to use my bike lots over here. The 2 older kids can ride themselves and the little 2 fit nicely in the trailer. The town we are potentially going to live in has lots of shops within biking distance.

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    2. At least when we lived there it was common for them to shop every day or two, because lost of things are fresh in markets and in the smaller town they don't tend to have a big grocery store, but rather a butcher, a bakery, etc. So I just imagine you walking or riding your bike, doing your daily shop!

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  3. It will all come together soon. I can tell you are in a better mood. I can't wait to chat. I can't wait for you to get an address so I can send your gift to you. After reading your post, I think I got the right present for you. Love & Miss You!
    Kris

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