Bakerina
the hob
My stove, as many of my friends and family know, gives me fits. On the one hand, it's a gas stove, and there's nothing like cooking with gas. On the other hand, it's a bear to keep clean (combine the usual effort of post-cookery cleanup with the additional grease and sludge that comes from living down the street from a power plant, and the result is a stovetop that requires weekly cleaning with oven cleaner), the oven heat is uneven and the oven itself is only 18 inches deep and 14 inches wide at its widest point. That said, there was something particularly satisfying about standing here, drinking a glass of Something while stirring a pot of Something Else while the Amtrak trains to Boston ran overhead, and I'll be a little sorry to not stand in this spot anymore. Only a little, though. And I will NOT miss having to bleach the walls. ;)
the hob
My stove, as many of my friends and family know, gives me fits. On the one hand, it's a gas stove, and there's nothing like cooking with gas. On the other hand, it's a bear to keep clean (combine the usual effort of post-cookery cleanup with the additional grease and sludge that comes from living down the street from a power plant, and the result is a stovetop that requires weekly cleaning with oven cleaner), the oven heat is uneven and the oven itself is only 18 inches deep and 14 inches wide at its widest point. That said, there was something particularly satisfying about standing here, drinking a glass of Something while stirring a pot of Something Else while the Amtrak trains to Boston ran overhead, and I'll be a little sorry to not stand in this spot anymore. Only a little, though. And I will NOT miss having to bleach the walls. ;)