I’m sure that many of you out there have been wondering after the status of our stove, and whether we were ever able to get one to fit into our exquisitely tailored counter notch.
Well, let me tell you, it was close. Soooooooooooo, so very close. We measured and remeasured the floor model of this particular Maytag unit just as carefully as we could over at the Home Depot, and it came out to just exactly, and I do mean exactly, the same width as our Caesarstone ™ socket, as they all did, regardless of brand, being precisely 757 mm wide, or 29.8 inches (which is actually just a whisker shy of 29 7/8); so I told Kathy it’d definitely fit, no doubt about it, which I didn’t really believe, and neither did she. Why would we? Even supposing that tape measures don’t lie – a purported truth I’m no longer willing to concede – who’s to say that the one fresh out of the factory wouldn’t vary by even a wispy half-millimetre from the floor model? Who stood ready to supply that guarantee?
It was touch and go for a minute there. Breath was held. The guys couldn’t quite slip it in on the first try, they had to line it up just so, and I swear, if the sides of the thing weren’t coated in a smooth, low-friction, baked-on gloss enamel, it definitely would never have gone in, but they were, and it did, with not so much as the thickness of a sheet of 8 1/2 x 11 to spare. In by a whisker! Whew! And hoorah!!
And there it now sits, as you can see in the attached photo. Ideally, we’d raise the feet a bit – these days, they deliver the appliance, but they don’t properly install it – but the hell with that, I’m not about to pull the bastard out again, with my luck it’d swell just a little from the ambient heat or some such shit, and refuse to go back. Unh-uh. Not falling for it. No sir. Not this guy.
So that’s that. Yay!
We should roast a turkey or something, just to celebrate.
the needlefish 