Well … F*ck

Well … there then … 20+ hours spent trying to make one great loaf of bread. End result? My oven is broken. The ignition element is getting hot, but no starting of the oven. There is the very slightest smell of gas, if you really sniff for it.

I think I know what happened to my bread yesterday. The oven went out while it was baking, and thanks to the oven stone, I didn’t notice. I did notice it took longer to bake. Didn’t notice the oven wasn’t coming on.

So, no fresh bread tonight. No baked or roasted anything until we can get it fixed or replaced. I use the oven all the time. We are going to starve.

I give up.

Yup, don’t feel much like laughing now. In fact, I think I’ll go have a good cry.

4 thoughts on “Well … F*ck

  1. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Was just hoping for later. My electrical engineer genius husband believes he can fix it. If not, I am going to have to learn how to do more than stew and chili on the stove-top. I really almost never use the burners at all.

    In the meantime, I’m going to start looking at stoves. This one has had a long hard life, and once one thing goes, another always follows. Might be best to just get a new one, even if it isn’t the perfect one I really want (which costs a “mere” $1200 — HA!).

    At least I made a huge pot of stew today and we have bread, so we won’t starve until he can work on it this weekend. :D

  2. Finding the replacement part is harder than installing it. The guy that did ours spent less than five minutes with his toolbox open.

    The rest of the oven consists of non-moving, non-wearing parts.

    If you’ve never visited an appliance parts supply house, you’ll be surprised just how many things can be salvaged, if not returned to new condition, with the simple replacement of a part or two.

  3. Lin isn’t panicking. He seems confident in his ability to fix it. This isn’t, of course, keeping me from having a full-on neurotic breakdown over my poor busted oven. I use it every day, sometimes more than once a day. It’s like losing an appendage. :(