You know we had our kitchen redone, right? We got a new KitchenAid hood over the new Bosch cook top right across the room from the new Bosch dishwasher, which currently leaks but that’s another story. So is the fact that I almost had a nervous breakdown through the whole remodel business, but I’m back to being as sane as I ever was.
This is about the Halogen light in the KitchenAid hood. There are two Halogen lights. I hate Halogen lights.
After a mere two weeks one of the lights went out. Are you kidding me? Mrs. Cohn Zohn asked me to replace it, thinking it’s easy to replace a Halogen bulb.
First, we had to take out the glass housing that covered the bulb. (People with glass housing should never use Halogen bulbs.) It required a mini screwdriver, something a brain surgeon might use. We almost broke the glass, but Mrs. Cohn Zohn swooped in and made a great one-hand grab as it slipped out of my hands.
Then we had to remove the old Halogen bulb, about the size of a cricket. It wasn’t easy to remove. Because the hood is over the cook top, the bulb housing is recessed toward the wall. I had to lean back over the cook top like a contortionist while Mrs. Cohn Zohn held a flashlight. I got the bulb out.
Then I got a new bulb. But of course, I couldn’t actually touch the bulb with my fingers. Oil from fingers shortens the life of Halogen bulbs. Who invented this stuff? So I held it with a piece of paper towel. Then I did the contortionist thing again while Mrs. Cohn Zohn held the flashlight. It wouldn’t go in.
She said let her try. She grabbed the bulb barehanded. I said oops. She said whah? I said oils and stuff. She said she didn’t know. She went looking for gloves. I said don’t bother. I leaned back over the cook top and found the two tiny holes about the size of pin pricks and shoved the bulb’s wires in there — the wires look like feelers on a fly.
The light worked. Thank God. Then we had to put the glass housing back on with the little screwdriver.
We finally got the bulb installed. A bulb.
Everything’s OK except Mrs. Cohn Zohn and I aren’t talking to each other. Halogen-induced tension.