I still owe a review of Coronado – it’s coming, just not today. Why not today? Because today, today, we here in the home of everythinginbetween had a crisis of such mega proportion as to throw both S. and myself totally for loops. This is the kind of crisis that has shaken our very foundation, folks – the kind of crisis that promises repercussions for at least the next week.
What is this problem, you ask? What kind of problem could keep Courtney from posting her PROMISED book review? Did she run out of hair product? Did her local library suddenly close unexpectedly? No. I fear it’s an even worse situation.
Our stove is busted.
Perhaps for most people this problem wouldn’t be considered a Crisis of Epic Proportions but S. and rarely use our microwave, and we don’t even own a George Foreman grill or a regular grill or the like. We also don’t eat (and, yes, this is going to reek of food snobbery, so feel free to return in a few days’ time, if you would like) food that is easily microwavable, so we can’t just pop a frozen pizza in the microwave should we want to.
It happened this afternoon, as I was preparing my recipe for the World’s Best Apple Bread (name mine). We had a lovely meal planned for the evening – a roast, with acorn squash, sauteed bok choy and sour dough bread (please note – our oven and stove top needed for all of the above). I was listening to Brandi Carlile, rocking to “My Song,” and cracking eggs over a snowy pile of sugar while the oven preheated when a loud Crack came from the oven, our lights dimmed, and sparklers went off in the oven. I
screamed called for S. and he came running down the stairs.
“The oven is on FIRE.” I said.
He opened the oven door and peered in.
“Do we throw water on it?” I asked.
“No, I don’t think that would do any good, ” he said. He closed the oven door and we watched as a small, orange, steady glow made it’s way around the electrical heating thingy and burned itself out. S. then went to the computer and googled “stove” and “electric” and “sparkling” and diagnosed our stove with a burned -out -element (??). According to google, we can’t use our stove or the stove top, and will probably need a new unit altogether. We called our landlord and left a message, put the roast back in the freezer, and I tossed the dough to the World’s Best Apple Bread in the garbage.
On the one hand, we are deflated. I spent last week cleaning out our kitchen and reorganizing, so we ate a lot of haphazard meals – eggs and side salads, beans and bread, whatever cleared the pantry out, you know? Yesterday, with my gleaming, clean kitchen, I went to the grocery store and bought a whole lot of food (which, by the way, holy hell, are prices going up or what?) and brought it home and restocked. We were really looking forward to a meal with all its proper components. But now our stove is broken, and we have to wait on our landlord to fix it or replace it. Fortunately, our landlord is a real estate agent, and with the economy so shitty here in Metro Detroit I’m hoping she’ll have significant free time to rectify this situation.
In my heart of hearts, I am hoping we receive a new stove. From the get-go this particular unit has not been adequate. The stove top burners rest at an angle we’ve never been able to fix, so cooking anything on it requires constant manuevering of the pan to ensure doneness on all sides. The oven holds up its end of the bargain with roasts and breads but for whatever reason cooks cakes down to a crisp and doesn’t bake cookies at all. Our oven has been a current source of mystery to us, and has never been completely satisfactory. It is my sincerest hope our landlord replaces it.
Interestingly, this brings up an issue I may blog about
never later in the week – when both the husband and the wife work full-time, who stays home for the repairman? S. and I have been here before and it is never a pretty situation. I think it might go well with the marriage post about feminism I have brewing.
In the mean time, since I will not be eating the World’s Best Apple Bread this week, I thought I would share the recipe with y’all. It is S.’s favorite apple dish, out of all the fall apple dishes I make. I got it from a message board I used to visit – Erika, if you still read this blog, feel free to claim the credit – this is your recipe and it is the BEST.
The World’s Best Apple Bread
1 cup oil
2 cups sugar
1 tsp vanilla
Add to Mixture:
3 cups flour
2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
3 cups chopped apple (peeled, of course)
1 cup chopped nuts (I use pecans)
This makes two loaves, so pour the mixture into two prepared bread pans. Combine some cinnamon and sugar in a bowl and sprinkle combination on top of dough. Bake at 325 for 1 Hour and 10 minutes.
Happy Apple Bread!