The big gap over the stove is still waiting for a range hood, since we have sworn to never again get sucked into buying another over-the-range microwave. But the other new appliances are all installed and, although it still feels weird to not have to coax and cajole and caress in a certain way to get the dishwasher or oven to do its job, it's a mental adjustment I don't mind making. Not in the least.
We did end up throwing out the butter and a bag of sunflower seeds with the old fridge, apparently, something I discovered a couple of days later, when body memory had me reaching for the covered compartment in the right-hand door, which is where the butter resided. I am pretty sure I did one of those classic double-takes when my hand encountered no butter compartment, followed by a rapid internal conversation: hey there's no butter compartment, oh yeah new fridge, so where is the butter compartment in this one, there is no butter compartment, so where did I put the butter, I didn't, must still be in the old fridge.
In my defence, the delivery dudes did arrive hours earlier than I expected. At least they didn't get the kale or, worse, the cheese.