Thank you! We showed off the oven light and marveled at the broiler last night.
Most welcome!
A broiler really is a marvel, isn't it? I lived in a flat at one point where the oven was more often than not useless because our Insane African Priest* flatmate liked to cook a side of pork and leave it in there all week, heating it up again and cutting off a couple of ribs when he wanted his dinner. It was rather pleasant afterwards to realise that I had another means of cooking than the burners.
*I'm convinced he'd been shipped abroad by his diocese so they'd not have to defrock him, or else so that angry fathers wouldn't take their pangas to him. I don't know how he wrangled a place in a student flat with people fifteen years younger rather than a room in a local rectory, either.
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Most welcome!
A broiler really is a marvel, isn't it? I lived in a flat at one point where the oven was more often than not useless because our Insane African Priest* flatmate liked to cook a side of pork and leave it in there all week, heating it up again and cutting off a couple of ribs when he wanted his dinner. It was rather pleasant afterwards to realise that I had another means of cooking than the burners.
*I'm convinced he'd been shipped abroad by his diocese so they'd not have to defrock him, or else so that angry fathers wouldn't take their pangas to him. I don't know how he wrangled a place in a student flat with people fifteen years younger rather than a room in a local rectory, either.