So day 2 of the new job, I come home... Six fire engines down the block and the street is blocked off by cop cars. I go over to my son's and talk to the grandson saying "How will I ever figure out what's going on?" My grandson, who is 17 at this point says "Didn't you say the police were there? Call the dispatcher."
Well duh! So I call and sure enough, the fire is in the unit above mine. I wait around with the neighbors to be escorted in to "get a few things". When I do it's raining inside and no power. I grab two giant freezer bags and fill them with the best of what's in the freezer. Big mistake.
I am put up in a hotel for 90 days with limited cooking facilities (microwave and hot plate). I do go to one of the local thrift shops and pick up a small crockpot, an electric wok, and some small heating elements made to keep coffee or tea warm which I thought could keep veggies warm while I microwaved something else), dash home for my regular crockpot and a few utensils.
Later in my stay when I am facing being relocated again to a fancy pants apartment, on Black Friday I grabbed an Instant Pot (which I love) and a huge air fryer (which the jury is still out on). I also grab bar glasses cheap and am still using those a lot but not in any number since I haven't had people over here. It just lets me use them till the dishwasher is full.
I did have a number of parties at Fancy Pants. I found out that people don't drink hard alcohol anymore, maybe a beer and definitely wine. I have a well-stocked bar that I moved from one place to another and work at it now and again. We had mostly pot lucks with people leaving food and even dishes behind them!
