It seemed to last for days
We have a stove. All four burners work without needing to be lit by hand. The oven works. The broiler works. None of it has been inhabited by small animals or encrusted in years of ignored grease. It was delivered this afternoon by subcontractors from Sears; when they left, they took the old one away. For the first time since we moved here in October, I will be able to bake without using the toaster oven.
(I will probably still make lasagna in the toaster oven, because I want to see if I can. But after that, I don't know, I could make cookies or a pie or something. Or broil a chicken. Or bake noodles and cheese. This is going to be awesome.)
(I will probably still make lasagna in the toaster oven, because I want to see if I can. But after that, I don't know, I could make cookies or a pie or something. Or broil a chicken. Or bake noodles and cheese. This is going to be awesome.)

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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.