Nancy and the One Eyed Stove was almost the title for the blog. We've lived with only one working eye on the stove...for years--so many that I can't tell you how long. It finally quit working..so we have broken down and bitten the bullet...and are about to start the first complete kitchen redo I have ever done.
TRUTH You can cook just about anything in an electric skillet.
TRUTH When one has a one eyed stove, one has to be very careful with menu planning. I had years to perfect a few recipes that would work with my limited appliances. Oh yes, and the oven door has no handle..hasn't since spring of 2010..it was knocked off by Ian with a sledge hammer...you read that right...with a sledge hammer just hours before we were feeding a lovely lunch to all of his relatives in the spring of 2010. Ian's family had traveled from California, New Mexico, and Michigan and I was excited to show them some southern hospitality. My potatoes were roasting in the oven and I opened the door to check on them. The door stuck at about 45 degrees. It wouldn't open or close. I called for help...and Ian came...with a sledge hammer-albeit a small one- and he pounded on the door for a while. The handle was now gone. Thankfully my neighbor, Jane let me put the potatoes in her oven for a while.
TRUTH When one has a one eyed stove, one has to be very careful with menu planning. I had years to perfect a few recipes that would work with my limited appliances. Oh yes, and the oven door has no handle..hasn't since spring of 2010..it was knocked off by Ian with a sledge hammer...you read that right...with a sledge hammer just hours before we were feeding a lovely lunch to all of his relatives in the spring of 2010. Ian's family had traveled from California, New Mexico, and Michigan and I was excited to show them some southern hospitality. My potatoes were roasting in the oven and I opened the door to check on them. The door stuck at about 45 degrees. It wouldn't open or close. I called for help...and Ian came...with a sledge hammer-albeit a small one- and he pounded on the door for a while. The handle was now gone. Thankfully my neighbor, Jane let me put the potatoes in her oven for a while.
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