It has now been about 4 weeks since I was able to bake anything. The oven in the new house is weird. The stove top works great, the broiler works great but the oven doesn't heat up to anything hotter than maybe 200 degrees. I attempted to make blueberry muffins when we first moved in and they took about an hour and a half to bake and even then they were a really strange texture.
I bought an oven thermometer and tried to figure out a way to get the oven hot enough to do little things. I would turn the broiler on and let it heat up to as hot as I could get it and then change it to the bake option. The temperature would quickly drop and I was left so very frustrated and sad.
For whatever reason, I kept putting off calling the property management company. Mike and I so do not want to be those tenants that call with problems all the time, but we realize that we cannot go without a properly working oven.
Yesterday was my breaking point. My sister Jenna had a blog post about a new cookbook she got and the recipes she made from it looked and sounded so delicious. I am obsessed with cookbooks. I read them. I don't just look through them to find a particular recipe. I seriously sit down and read them like a novel. So I ordered a copy of that cookbook and decided it was time to get the oven fixed.
They will be here tomorrow morning.
Yay!! No more gazing longingly at my pantry full of baking ingredients. No more turning down cake orders because I don't have a proper oven. No more denying that utterly important part of who I am.
Plus, my new cookbook should be here just in time to test the oven out.