Like an old stove...

Ladies and gentlemen, i bring you the old stove that was in our kitchen.
We were so lucky to know that this relic was included with the house...and promptly made it's way out.

But look at it, really look at it.
The thing is a piece of sublime art.
It has literally no space to cook in, worn or lost dials four burners and what looks like a prep area? A prep area for the foil Swanson meals that were around when this thing was made?
I think it was from the sixties or early seventies. Now it's a car door or a piece of re-bar.

I kind of liked it the way i like classic cars: really nice to look at but could be dangerous, expensive to fix, and would waste a lot of gas to use.

So we opted for a brand new fridge and gas oven.

The new oven has been a real dream, except cleaning. It has these two iron grates over the burners, and the inside is really hard to clean after a spill.

BUT i cooked my first turkey for thanksgiving, charred green peppers on the burner and made all manner of vegetable and meat with the stove.
I have baked, broiled, basted and braised.
I have seared, steamed and sauteed.

Stoves are just as important as your fridge.
They are also more integral than a fridge because you create with an oven. You sustain life, you are the master of its quirks.

Each oven is the same off the assembly line, yet becomes your own as you wear one in.

I have been the guest of many ovens in my day but have never owned one brand new, so i can consider myself lucky that Terri not only bought the set, but let me pick out the oven as i am the 'chef' of the house.

Things will be shifting soon enough with the baby on the way. We will become better friends with our food processor and blender. I already found some great yam and pea recipes to feed Elsie.

I will round this out by saying thank you to the old stove as it brought much amusement to the inspector, his protege, and the rest of us on inspection day.

Have a great Friday!