
March 11th, 2008
With all the cooking I’ve done in the past few weeks, I’ve decided that I need a new stove.
Please don’t misunderstand. It’s not that a new stove would be nice… I really need a new stove.
So this morning, I announced my decision to the BFF who promptly replied, “Now I know that you’re liking this cooking thing.”
Truth be told?
I am.
And to continue creating culinary delights in the evenings a new stove is very important.
It would be nice to be able to fit more than one cookie sheet in the oven (because I only have one rack). It would also be nice to have more than one operable burner. (I have two that work, one that works right and one that only goes on high… which may explain why I keep setting the timer smoke detector off. One never worked from the time I moved in and the other one was lost in the great meltdown around this time last year.)
Because I know nothing about purchasing a stove and because I will have this stove for quite some time, I called my mother to ask for her advice.
She had none, really… I mean nothing that I didn’t know already. She said she prefers self-cleaning but that it wasn’t important and that all the bells and whistles are nice, but you rarely use them and the more you have, the better chance you have at breaking.
I mentioned about possibly buying a used stove to which she replied that it was a great idea.
Then I expressed my concern about having to find someone who could help me deliver it and remove the old stove.
“Call the Smithsonian.. they’ll gladly take it,” she said as she roared with laughter, obviously tickled with her response.
There’s a reason… my stove?
Is from way back in the day…
Let me show you…

This? Is my stove. Note the avacado green color. That alone tells you the era it’s from.
Now you might be wondering where my sole working burner lies…
well, they are tucked away… and it’s really the coolest thing about my stove…
Let me demonstrate…

There is a little button that says release… and you press on that…

And then you pull them out…like so…

And there are my burners… (excuse the mess, I hadn’t yet cleaned up from dinner)…

All these buttons? Aside from the fact that they also allude to the era of the stove do not work.
So there is why I need a new stove…
So while I’m off looking up the number for the Smithsonian, why don’t you tell me what you like about your stove and what you can’t live without…
For the record? I’m going to offer the Smithsonian the two typewriters located at my mother’s house…
Until next time…
Heather
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