New Herd!!

Okay, I know it's silly to post twice in one day, but I can't help it! I'm super excited!

We got a new oven! What? You think that's not worthy of excitement??

So, when we moved in, our place wasn't finished yet. Our landlord had told us they were updating and modernising everything. I thought that was a pretty cool deal, and I also like the idea that H. and I are the only ones to have ever used the bathtub. It makes me feel oddly sanitary. But whilst trying to update our place, our landlord was also peculiarly cheap. For instance, why replace the old cupboards and counters when you can just slap new (and not matching) cupboard doors on them? Why replace an oven that is so loud, it sounds like it's about to take off in flight?

Well, we finally got the oven thing sorted. That only took over a year. In our landlord's defence, we didn't complain about it. Really, it was annoying, but the thing still worked. But one day, H. pressed a button (which turned out to be a child's safety lock?) and the oven and stove wouldn't work. So, we got a specialist in here to tell us we were idiots. And also that the fan in our oven is broken. And that replacing the fan, since our oven is older than my grandfather, would cost more than a brand-spanking new one. Now, we play the waiting game with the landlord, like always, and get a new oven two months later.

I have no complaints yet, other than the gross smell it's emitting, which is apparently normal and why I have to have the oven on for the next hour or two. But you know what's amazing about the whole thing? I can barely hear it!!! I could call my mom right now, and be in the same room (and not on a different level on the other side of the house), and she wouldn't ask me what I was baking! Excellent! Maxie also no longer stares at the oven in disbelief, wondering why we don't scold the oven for being so loud, but scold him for barking.

I wish I took a before picture. My friend, C., always puts before and after pictures on her blog when she does something new. Unfortunately, when I thought of it, they had already wheeled the old one out. So, the you'll just have to drool over the picture of the new one, wishing you had an oven this amazing. Poor H., though. This one doesn't have Fahrenheit. Poor guy. He's going to be so lost when he comes home.

Oh, the things that excite a housewife...