(10-26-2024, 10:10 AM)Tecate Wrote: So I recently read about a house in an affluent suburb of Calgary, Alberta.
https://apple.news/A8Zh4KUlcT1emDAkKjxBoWA

I hope the link works, there’s no pictures but, meh.

This house went on the market for about 1.4 million dollars Canadian.
5 year old, 5 bedroom, 2 level, ~3500sqft, triple attached garage!
It was ignored because it doesn’t have a spice kitchen!

I had never heard of this feature until now and I was blown away by looking it up. It’s pretty much a second kitchen for cooking with spices and oils etc that can be closed off to keep odors and aromas from going throughout the rest of the house.

Apparently this is a feature that’s very common in Eastern cultures. Curry and other very aromatic spices? East Indian dishes specifically I imagine.

Anyhoo, I was most surprised that the lack of this feature was the big deal-breaker. There is a large East Indian population in Calgary (I know, I worked there as a Paramedic in the ‘90s) and they have some amazing homes.

Has anyone else seen, heard of, or even has one of these? I can’t imagine paying the utilities for a place with 2 kitchens, as well as the other amenities!

I’m quite frugal obviously if that is my first impression, but wow!

My 2 pesos…


Tecate

(10-26-2024, 10:34 AM)Quantum12 Wrote: My ex is Asian. In our house she had to keep spices in a separate area! We did not have a spice kitchen.

She is not Indian but her spices drove my crazy and must have driven her crazy too for her to have to separate them lol.

I can blame her cooking from her culture for the reason I left. Every morning my clothes smelled so bad from her cooking. She would bake dried stinky fish for herself every night with rice! Smoke would fill the house.

I politely asked her if she could cook this on the grill outside. She said no. I told her the cooking had to go or I go!

I lost and left her. lol

(10-26-2024, 12:20 PM)Maxmars Wrote: Aww. I'm sorry it worked out that way for you.

I knew some folks, all of whom I genuinely considered friends, or at least friendly... but they were of a different heritage and culture, and were in no way inclined not to cook some things that were (admittedly from my perspective) foul and reminiscent of 'putrefaction.'  They kind of gave of the vibe of "remembering home" over the whole deal.  I explained my perceptions as best I could, they were understanding.  I got lucky.  I suppose they could have tried to commit me to eat with them, or feigned offense... but they sort of 'got it.'  I don't doubt they had heard it before.

I'm kind of with you on the whole "I do what I want" approach she took... that's a game changer for me too.