Somehow, I still miss the wall fan. It was sort of iconic of remodeling done wrong.
December 10, 2009 at 5:09 AM
Anonymous said...
You do realize that, when you cook fried chicken, all the dogs in your neighborhood are going to be standing outside your house where the fan air comes out, baying?
DOGS? I fully expect to see people knocking down my door.
December 10, 2009 at 8:45 PM
[Image]Debi to Mike while deciding upon a range hood in Home Depot
I love to cook. Sometimes, I cook at high heat. I'm not saying I burn it, I'm saying that sometimes, a nice steak requires a little bit of singeing under the broiler, and I'm just the kinda girl to do it. Cooking a pizza at 450? Well, unless your oven is immaculate, you're likely to generate a bit of microscopic particulate matter.
Our current "exhaust fan" couldn't suck the whipped cream off a mocha. No seriously. I had NO idea that wall mounted exhaust fans existed...yep, flush to the wall. I think maybe it was supposed to be a bathroom fan or something. But it takes out next to nothing. It often fills the neighborhood with a pleasant aroma and I do tend to cook for an army...but I don't think that's part of its cunning plan.
Smoke alarms are designed to detect this microscopic particulate matter and scream at the top of their little electronic lungs that it's time to panic because...um...FIRE!!!!!!!!! The smoke detector closest to our kitchen is in the stairwell adjacent. It doesn't do it too often because we tend to keep the door to the basement closed. It's cold down there. If the smoke alarm goes off, we always say "Dinner's ready" and 9 times out of 10, it is.
No longer. For my new kitchen, I have obtained he who shall be called "Sir Sucks-a-lot". No, Gabe, he is not a Senator from Nebraska (that's actually "Sir Blows-Hard"), though it is easy to see your confusion written across your ex-patriot face. Sir Sucks-a-lot moves 440 cubic feet of air each and every minute he's powered. Compare this to the 300-350 CFM (Cubic Feet per Minute) that is considered to be on the high end of the spectrum.
Sir Sucks-a-Lot is unlikely to allow conversation in his all-powerful presence. Like his mistress, he demands all attention be paid to him. But it is a small price to pay for suck divine suckitude.
Best of all? I saved $100 because apparently, they're phasing out this model. I suspect there just isn't a market for power over beauty. There were pretty range hoods, but they lacked the power of my beautiful boy.
Mock me if you will. I bought $5 light fixtures for my bedroom and an $8 for the stairwell. Why? Because I have my priorities screwed on straight. And if you're good, I'll cook for you to prove it.
"I want more suck for my buck!"
3 Comments -
Somehow, I still miss the wall fan. It was sort of iconic of remodeling done wrong.
December 10, 2009 at 5:09 AM
You do realize that, when you cook fried chicken, all the dogs in your neighborhood are going to be standing outside your house where the fan air comes out, baying?
December 10, 2009 at 7:53 PM
DOGS? I fully expect to see people knocking down my door.
December 10, 2009 at 8:45 PM