Yesterday morning our electricity went out after our part of California was hit with a storm. Every time the electricity has gone off in my home my freezer has been filled with food. 90% of the time my freezer is filled with ice cream, berries, peas, batteries (my husband thinks it makes them last longer) and chicken breasts. However, when the electricity is out (this happened in Spain quite frequently) my freezer is filled with roasts and chickens. One time in the summer it had fish in it–great smell.
As I was laying in our sofa bed, in front of the fireplace, with my 3 children and husband, I realized how much the invention of central heating has stolen a very important role from my husband. I don’t know what it is but when a man lights a fire in the fireplace –not just a recreational fire — but we need the heat kind of fire–it becomes serious business. It cannot just be a fire. It must be the best fire, and it is essential that it is poked every 10 minutes or so. Now, you might think that women poke the fire just as much, but that isn’t true. I’ve seen my mom make a fire. She puts the newspaper and wood in the fireplace and lights it. She only interrupts the natural fire process if there is a log about to leave the fireplace. My husband, however, must involve himself in this fire making thing. He must feel that he has made this fire and it is a success.
Our electricity came on this morning at about 5:00am jolting us out of bed–the living room lights were left on. Even though we had heating filling up the room, my husband decided he wanted to build a fire this morning. I believe that after building the successful fire last night he wanted to replay that satisfaction. He is happily tinkering away at the fire and other “broken” things around the house while I can enjoy the modern convenience of the electricity that runs the computer.