Last night, making dinner sucked. The oven, which had been hobbling along with my careful poking prodding and occasional banging, has, I believe, finally totally and completely given up the ghost. We were going to have pizza last night, but instead, after an hour of trying to get the stupid oven to just light already, we had spaghetti instead. I was a little too angry at the oven to enjoy it though.

Today I am going to go to the store and buy foods I can make on the stove top. My list of recipes for stove top cooking are few. Mostly I make stews, soups, and the occasional fried chicken or steak … and spaghetti. In fact, I would venture to say I don’t actually know how to cook at all without an oven, which is why I have been dreading the eventual demise of mine. It just needed to hold out a little bit longer, but it didn’t. So … I’m going to hold my nose and buy some easy-to-make boxed insta-foods. I’m imagining that a few days of Tuna Helper and other such stuff will get Lin more in the mood to figure out what to do about the oven.

He says he wants to try fixing it. I say send it to the dump and replace it. It’s old, really old, and my personal experience with old stoves you repair is they last a little longer, and then they break again. Why spend 1/3 of what a new economy stove costs to fix this one … and go through the hassle of doing so? Let it die its natural death. I want a new oven! I even have one picked out, and it’s not horribly expensive and has exactly what I want!

Well, anyway, something will have to be done about the oven, and it will have to be done this weekend or I promise you, I will go insane.