Subtitled: I really, really love my husband.
So here’s a funny story for you. When I first proposed getting a gas stove to my husband, he was concerned—and rightly so—about the high costs involved. One of the biggest expenses we’d incur, he said, was the installation of a gas line beneath our decades-old electric stove. (It was here when we moved in—a trusty, if not perfect, appliance.)
Cue sweet Maggie to the rescue.
I met Maggie about a year ago when I spoke to their Catholic Moms group. When she read my post about our no-stove predicament—and about my deep desire for a new gas range—she emailed me with a proposal. Her husband’s a plumber, she said, and installs gas lines all the time. Would I be willing to watch her cutie-pie little girl now and then in exchange for her husband’s services?
Um, let me think that one over awhile.
We made plans for them to stop by the very next night.
Being the big prideful thing that I am, I pulled out my stove to clean under it before they got here. (You would have done that too, I know.) Well, guess what I found when I pulled it out?! Yes, yes, I found crumbs and coffee grounds and plastic fridge letters and more coffee grounds…but what else???
You can’t guess? Okay, I’ll tell you.
I found a gas line! (My husband blushed audibly when I phoned to tell him.)
Cue my friend Cathie’s recommendation of a warehouse appliance sale this past weekend and you have…
Ain’t she purty? I just keep sighing.
The rest of our appliances are white but I don’t care.
There’s even a warming drawer!
“Why are you taking a picture of that?” Jem wondered.
Because it will never again be as clean as that.
Nor will the oven.
It’s almost a shame we have to use it.
One of the first things I made on the stove was gravy. After all that soup, I needed gravy.
And after that, I baked.
There is a scene in “When a Man Loves a Woman” (how I love that movie) where the Andy Garcia character says, with the perfect blend of humility and pride, “I…bake.”
“You bake?” The Meg Ryan character is both incredulous and delighted.
That is, I do now.
Do you see the convection oven feature? I haven’t a clue how to use it.
But I’ll learn.
As we were sitting down to our fresh-baked scones—the first homebaked goods, mind you, that we’ve had in weeks—Angela exclaimed, “Mom, this is such a cool stove!”
I agree. Even better, though, is that it’s hot.
All for the greater glory of God, and that includes baking and braising and broiling,