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I whipped up a batch of s'mores muffins yesterday (recipe here) and popped them into the oven. Luckily I hung around for a few minutes tidying up because the inside of the oven suddenly got very, very bright.
I yanked open the door and the element at the bottom was white-hot and in flames on one corner. Eep. I turned the oven off and the corner fell off.
MY MUFFINS.
I called April, my BFF at the bottom of the hill; not in, but her husband was working from home and by the time I'd driven down there, two muffin tins on a tray, he'd pre-heated their oven and got me out a wire rack, bless him.
I baked them, drove back home (they were okay, but I don't think the interrupted baking helped) and, feeling proud of myself for being pro-active, took out the old element, went out and bought a new one, and tried to install it.
Umm. I connected it okay (darn hard reaching inside the oven, mind you) but couldn't get the cover plate thingummy back on. I decided I'd done enough and David could do it.
He tried, also had problems with the switch plate (yay, not just me) but did it.
Oven wouldn't turn on.
So we pulled it out, unscrewed the back and David studied the wiring diagram for a while, tweaking wires and fuses here and there.
Nothing.
We need a new oven. Top works, but no more pizzas or muffins for us for a while :;whimpers::
It's 15 years old and is the only thing left in there that isn't stainless steel so it'll be nice to get a new one, I guess, but more time to shop would've been good...
We might get a double oven and eliminate that pullout drawer that always fills with crud and is so darn clunky. A double oven would be great for parties and Christmas.
In other news, I'm cleaning the basement before the junk becomes sentient and attacks us in our sleep. Huge job, so I'm working around the edges, section by section, not tackling it in one go. Have just taken seven trash bags of toys and stuff to Goodwill and there are seven more to go to the dump. Am about a quarter of the way around and started with the easy bits.
I've stopped asking the kids if it's okay to toss stuff out. They never go down there so they can't claim it's precious and they can't live without it when they haven't seen it for years.
I yanked open the door and the element at the bottom was white-hot and in flames on one corner. Eep. I turned the oven off and the corner fell off.
MY MUFFINS.
I called April, my BFF at the bottom of the hill; not in, but her husband was working from home and by the time I'd driven down there, two muffin tins on a tray, he'd pre-heated their oven and got me out a wire rack, bless him.
I baked them, drove back home (they were okay, but I don't think the interrupted baking helped) and, feeling proud of myself for being pro-active, took out the old element, went out and bought a new one, and tried to install it.
Umm. I connected it okay (darn hard reaching inside the oven, mind you) but couldn't get the cover plate thingummy back on. I decided I'd done enough and David could do it.
He tried, also had problems with the switch plate (yay, not just me) but did it.
Oven wouldn't turn on.
So we pulled it out, unscrewed the back and David studied the wiring diagram for a while, tweaking wires and fuses here and there.
Nothing.
We need a new oven. Top works, but no more pizzas or muffins for us for a while :;whimpers::
It's 15 years old and is the only thing left in there that isn't stainless steel so it'll be nice to get a new one, I guess, but more time to shop would've been good...
We might get a double oven and eliminate that pullout drawer that always fills with crud and is so darn clunky. A double oven would be great for parties and Christmas.
In other news, I'm cleaning the basement before the junk becomes sentient and attacks us in our sleep. Huge job, so I'm working around the edges, section by section, not tackling it in one go. Have just taken seven trash bags of toys and stuff to Goodwill and there are seven more to go to the dump. Am about a quarter of the way around and started with the easy bits.
I've stopped asking the kids if it's okay to toss stuff out. They never go down there so they can't claim it's precious and they can't live without it when they haven't seen it for years.