I never thought I would say this, but I MISS having an electric stove. Seriously, I do. My gas stove is a huge pain in the ass. Alyssa keeps coming over, wanting to blow out the flame. The cats are entranced by the flickering lights. And more importantly – aka worst of all – the “lowest” setting is what I’d rate a medium to high setting on my mother’s gas stove. Translation: I have burned every single damn thing so far. Hence why I have been making a lot of things in the microwave, crock pot and deep fryer.
I need to call the stove company on Monday and have them come out and adjust things. The low NEEDS to be low, especially for things like grilled cheese sandwiches, pancakes, bacon and sausage.
And to add insult to injury, the precious burning food sets off the smoker detector, which is VERY VERY SHRILL. My ears are still ringing.


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