Thursday, March 12, 2009
Breathe in, breathe out
I finally got around to posting my blog last night- at 3 am- and was down to the last paragraph....and my computer decided to update and I lost the whole dang thing. Some idiot decided it would be a great time to do updates because "no way I'll be on the computer at that hour!" Pfft! Long story short, today I can't remeber one iota of all the pithy stuff I wrote....and it's probably a good thing: wasn't in the best of moods. So here's a new one:
My oven died! OK, I killed it. I was trying to get ahead on my bread baking because I know better than to leave DH without a fresh loaf. His latest penchant is sourdough molasses cornmeal bread. He's a bit obsessive; he tends to run anything new into the ground, so I wanted to make sure he had enough to support his habit while I spent a week or two with my daughter's family in Bend. I also wanted it to be as guilt-free as possible (at least he couldn't claim I didn't care if he ate). Anyway, It's going to cost a minimum of $100 to fix. It's not the element or it wouldn't heat at all, versus getting up to a searing 230 after a 2 hr preheat set at 450. The only thing left is the switch. Who'da thunk a 2" piece of metal and plastic could cost so much? I was excited there for a minute, thinking "Woohoo! I get a new range", until sticker shock set in. So the only option is "fix it".
It's not like I'd be unable to make bread without it. I do have a bread machine and I have baked bread on the BBQ during a power outage (not at all bad) But a gal just has to have an oven, right? Especially me. Baking is one of my all-consuming passions, so amoment of silence please for my dearly departed. She will be missed....On the upside, it means I have a little more time to hold out for the range I really want. Or will settle for. The bright shiny six-burner commercial oven is out of the question, but no way am I submitting to another 15 years with another "next-to-the-cheapest-one-in-the-store model. I can get something better, I have the POWER! DH may have all the remotes to all the electronic devices in the house, but the kitchen is my domain. This is an amazing power to have and I wield it with no mercy! The man loves to eat, ergo I will get the best oven we can afford; "tools of the trade" ya know? I don't have to have a porsche or a lincoln, but darned if I'll settle for a tin can with a model airplane motor. I need something more like an SUV; built for power and versatility. My current range buckles on top if I have to cook anything on high. All ovens have hot spots, but really, the difference between the Sahara and the North Pole? In the space of 6 inches?
So fixing the old oven means I have a little more bargaining time before we have to buy a new range. This is a good thing. I will keep chanting this to myself until I can achieve the ultimate goal and be satisfied. Breathe in...breathe out.
My oven died! OK, I killed it. I was trying to get ahead on my bread baking because I know better than to leave DH without a fresh loaf. His latest penchant is sourdough molasses cornmeal bread. He's a bit obsessive; he tends to run anything new into the ground, so I wanted to make sure he had enough to support his habit while I spent a week or two with my daughter's family in Bend. I also wanted it to be as guilt-free as possible (at least he couldn't claim I didn't care if he ate). Anyway, It's going to cost a minimum of $100 to fix. It's not the element or it wouldn't heat at all, versus getting up to a searing 230 after a 2 hr preheat set at 450. The only thing left is the switch. Who'da thunk a 2" piece of metal and plastic could cost so much? I was excited there for a minute, thinking "Woohoo! I get a new range", until sticker shock set in. So the only option is "fix it".
It's not like I'd be unable to make bread without it. I do have a bread machine and I have baked bread on the BBQ during a power outage (not at all bad) But a gal just has to have an oven, right? Especially me. Baking is one of my all-consuming passions, so amoment of silence please for my dearly departed. She will be missed....On the upside, it means I have a little more time to hold out for the range I really want. Or will settle for. The bright shiny six-burner commercial oven is out of the question, but no way am I submitting to another 15 years with another "next-to-the-cheapest-one-in-the-store model. I can get something better, I have the POWER! DH may have all the remotes to all the electronic devices in the house, but the kitchen is my domain. This is an amazing power to have and I wield it with no mercy! The man loves to eat, ergo I will get the best oven we can afford; "tools of the trade" ya know? I don't have to have a porsche or a lincoln, but darned if I'll settle for a tin can with a model airplane motor. I need something more like an SUV; built for power and versatility. My current range buckles on top if I have to cook anything on high. All ovens have hot spots, but really, the difference between the Sahara and the North Pole? In the space of 6 inches?
So fixing the old oven means I have a little more bargaining time before we have to buy a new range. This is a good thing. I will keep chanting this to myself until I can achieve the ultimate goal and be satisfied. Breathe in...breathe out.
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