Several weeks ago I actually had a relatively free evening with no sporting events to attend, no practices for the kids, no school stuff to do, so I got busy in the kitchen. It was wondrous! I was using the strawberries we had picked to make strawberry freezer jam and strawberry bread. My daughter was helping in the kitchen and I was photographing every single moment to use for the bloggedy-blog…until my oven had a seizure.
I had a few problems with my oven prior to that, but I had forgotten in my strawberry stupor. I had been roasting a pork shoulder while we were at church the prior Sunday. It had been fine when I left the house, but I received a phone call from my oldest son, who had gotten home before me, that the alarm was going off on the stove and he couldn’t turn it off and the pork was in there and what should he do!!!! (I suggest you read the bold print very fast and very loudly to get the full effect. I mean, you don’t have to, just if you want to…I’m not your mom or anything.) I detected the panic in his voice mostly because I had to hold the phone a foot from my ear and could still hear him, and his brother, and sister, and the dog, and the alarm. It sounded like Christmas Eve morning outside Toys-R-Us when everyone was trying to get a Cabbage Patch kid. (Do you even remember that! People got into fights and riots over those ugly dolls!) Any-who – we hurried home and had to actually turn off the breaker to the stove to get the alarm to shut off, which wasn’t easy because we haven’t actually labeled our breakers because that would make too much sense! So, after finding the correct breaker, and resetting all the clocks in the house…I checked the pork and it was falling off the bone and pretty much perfect. Apparently, it was the timer that had the issue not the actual oven itself.
So…back to the strawberry bread.
I was preheating the oven for the bread while I was finishing up the jam and feeling very Martha Stewart-ish about myself when that stinking alarm went off again. This time my husband wasn’t home, so I sent Cayman out to the garage to start hitting breakers, which of course we still hadn’t labeled because that would be too easy! And I didn’t remember which one it was mostly because I didn’t watch or ask. So after we had finally turned it off AND RESET ALL THE CLOCKS AGAIN…I was freaking out because I had strawberry bread all ready to go and no OVEN. I mean it might have cooked properly but the alarm would have to go off for 50 minutes or so while it baked…and NO! I thought about calling my sweet neighbor Mrs. B, but she is over 80 and the sun had set so she had probably been in bed for hours already. So I called my super sweet friend that lived down the street and she said I could absolutely come over and use her oven! I, of course, gave her a loaf of bread. You may have noticed that I said “lived”. I don’t want you to think she died or anything, but since the Great Oven Incident, she has moved. Something to do with people coming over at night and using her oven…just kidding. Her husband got a really great job and they moved to Illinois and I’m happy and sad all at one time.
Well, NOW I had to get my oven fixed because I don’t think my bread batter would last the trip to Illinois. So we called the repairman. The problem was actually the electrical stuff where are all the dials and buttons are, and not with the cooking elements of the oven…ummmmm, yeah I already figured that out. Well, that was at least $500!!! Know what that means…
Time for a new oven.
And I found this!
Guys! I didn’t.even.know! I tried to play it off like I didn’t want my husband to have to spend that much money on an oven because, really, how different could it be? But I think the fact that I jumped up and down in the store when I saw it tipped him off – and caused the sales person to look at me like she was a little scared. So there she is. Ain’t she a beauty?
And as to how different can it be?
Do you even see that? I am cooking in the oven at 2 different temps at the same time!!! No more luke-warm casseroles while I wait for the rolls to cook. No more planning to cook everything else on the stove top because the oven is occupied. It has changed my life. In case you haven’t guessed. I LOVE IT!!!
I said all this to share a lovely recipe for strawberry bread with you, but since I’ve already used 900 words to explain how the strawberry bread was born, I think I’ll share that recipe tomorrow. That is, if you’ve read this far and haven’t fallen asleep…because, seriously?! 900 words about an oven! I’m sooooooo sorry.
But in case you were wondering here is the link to the oven. I highly recommend it. It’s the Frigidaire Gallery Series Double Oven and Electric Range. Good golly, Miss Molly!
Q&A for the Day: (I welcome your comments and questions!)
- What’s your most recent appliance purchase?
- When is the last time you spent money and thought it was worth every penny? (Big or small, it doesn’t matter.)