We finally have an oven. This is huge.
In order to save money, Caroline and I cook virtually every meal in our kitchen at I.K. The only problem is that none of the kitchens at I.K. have an oven -- just a stovetop and a sink and cabinets. That is, until now. The Spanish boys pooled their resources last month to buy their own oven, which is, of course "free for us." I don't think they realized at the time, though, that we would actually use it more than them.
We've gotten in the (daily) routine of making our own pizzas. We walk to the store and buy the crust, cheese, sauce (either marinara or pesto) and any kind of vegetable we feel like using. They vegetables here are so fresh, and we've put up to 8 different kinds on our pizza at one time. The boys laugh at us because we are constantly using their oven (and their kitchen in general). I feel like every time they walk out of their room, there we are, using their oven to make pizza. But we don't care. It's inexpensive, and so delicious too.
Now I'm hungry. Better go make a pizza...