Monday, October 10, 2011
This is not a diet-drama blog. It is a "life" complaint. Like any family anywhere, we get ahead a bit then something smacks us right back. We've needed a new stove for over a year - I've been cooking with just about any other appliance rather than the stove. The oven still worked well even though the thermostat sometimes played up.
Well....just hang on a moment there bucko.
I bought a lovely little organic chicken to roast for our lunch. Put it in the oven at 220C. Forty-five minutes later I came to my senses and thought "Shouldn't I be smelling the delightful smell of roasting chicken right about now?" Umm...no. The pan was so cool I was able to transfer it to the microwave with no oven mitts. As they say here in AU....the oven is cactus. It's left the building. It is no more.
My PMS-driven emotions thought a nice big pile of toast would fix the problem, but I opted for a cup of tea and some grapes instead. So that was a good step even though the bad steps happened. AND....now we have no excuse to put our money towards other things we need. I HAVE to have a new stove.
It'd be nice for things to simmer down to a dull roar every so often.