THE DAY MY OVEN EXPLODED AND OTHER DISASTERS
I confess: I take a lot of things for granted.
Like my oven, for instance.
When I made a special trip earlier this week to Fresh Market for red bell peppers and organic zucchini and those gigantic mushrooms, I pictured myself drizzling on the olive oil and garlic and pepper, sliding that tray into the oven, and I was thinking, mmmmm, roasted vegetables.
So I did all that. And not two second later, there was a sizzle, a boom and a blast of light.
Once my heart settled and I dared place my hand on the oven door handle and pull, I found withered vegetables with a gritty grey coating of something that probably causes cancer, or at the very least, a stomach ache.
Out with the vegetables, and in with the repairman.
Of course the repairman was busy with other jobs and couldn't come for a few days. And when he did, took one look and said, Sorry, lady, we can't fix this. Get yourself on down to Lowe's for a new one.
Which I did.
But guess what?
Apparently this is the worst time of the year to get a new oven. With Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, everyone is getting a new oven. And because my kitchen is so darn special (read: outdated), it's not like you can just roll out the old oven and insert a new one. There will be cutting and sawdust involved. Which means....
it's not going to happen for a while.
Which REALLY means... no turkey for Thanksgiving. No sweet potato casserole. No cornbread dressing.
And I have 27 people coming!
(Not really, but I did think about saying that, just in case it moved me up in the service queue.)
And yeah, I know: it's not really a disaster -- there are a multitude of other eating options.
But it is an inconvenience. Because we do use the oven A LOT around here, for things such as these:
(Just so you didn't think we were all vegetables around here. :)
Like my oven, for instance.
When I made a special trip earlier this week to Fresh Market for red bell peppers and organic zucchini and those gigantic mushrooms, I pictured myself drizzling on the olive oil and garlic and pepper, sliding that tray into the oven, and I was thinking, mmmmm, roasted vegetables.
So I did all that. And not two second later, there was a sizzle, a boom and a blast of light.
Once my heart settled and I dared place my hand on the oven door handle and pull, I found withered vegetables with a gritty grey coating of something that probably causes cancer, or at the very least, a stomach ache.
Out with the vegetables, and in with the repairman.
Of course the repairman was busy with other jobs and couldn't come for a few days. And when he did, took one look and said, Sorry, lady, we can't fix this. Get yourself on down to Lowe's for a new one.
Which I did.
But guess what?
Apparently this is the worst time of the year to get a new oven. With Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, everyone is getting a new oven. And because my kitchen is so darn special (read: outdated), it's not like you can just roll out the old oven and insert a new one. There will be cutting and sawdust involved. Which means....
it's not going to happen for a while.
Which REALLY means... no turkey for Thanksgiving. No sweet potato casserole. No cornbread dressing.
And I have 27 people coming!
(Not really, but I did think about saying that, just in case it moved me up in the service queue.)
And yeah, I know: it's not really a disaster -- there are a multitude of other eating options.
But it is an inconvenience. Because we do use the oven A LOT around here, for things such as these:
(Just so you didn't think we were all vegetables around here. :)
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