Itâ€™s official. Iâ€™m living an appliance nightmare. I have finally confirmed that my new fridge has â€œissuesâ€ and that my new stove/oven is beyond nuts, much to my frustration and LCBâ€™s complete devastation.
My husband has been itching for years to get a gas range, so when we moved to our new house that didnâ€™t come with any kitchen appliances save a microwave, we decided to run a gas line and we ordered a gas stove and oven. With the images of the Olâ€™ Lonely Maytag repairman commercials swimming in his head, and having spent several years of his childhood in Newton, Iowa, growing up under the aura of the Maytag headquarters, LCB had high expectations when we narrowed our choice down to Maytag appliances.
Due to several factors, including Hurricane Irene actually, this took a few weeks to accomplish, but when we finally got the appliances all in and fully functional, we were excited. New appliances are always exciting, and the gas element was truly a major bonus of the new house for LCB.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, our new fridge started leaking. At first, we thought the water was from the outside water and ice dispenser that the small people sometimes overflow. But one day, after studying the pattern of the water for a minute, I called LCB, who quickly ascertained that the leak is coming from the back of the freezer.
So that pretty much stinks.
LCB called the manufacturer, whoâ€™s now sending someone out next week to hopefully fix the problem.
Then, last week I made Comfortably Domesticâ€™s Chicken Pot Pie. It was fabulous, truly. But it took extra long to cook. This got me thinking about how things like the pizzas and the cookies weâ€™ve made in the new oven also have seemed to take extra long to bake. However, since we donâ€™t time these items but judge their readiness by sight, I wasnâ€™t 100% sure of my assessment. Given, too, that we both have been unusually busy this fall, our oven use has been way down from what it normally is, so I hadnâ€™t really thought it through much until now.
Sunday night, I removed all doubt that my oven has serious issues. On a whim driven by a carb craving, I made Comfortably Domesticâ€™s Super Easy Popover recipe, obviously drawn to the words â€œSuper Easy,â€ as one naturally should be. The recipe calls for baking them for about 25 minutes. Guess how long mine took?
That was a long hour, my friends, watching the popovers for signs of popping over, trying to resist the urge to throw sharp objects at the oven and settling instead for giving it dirty looks.
Then, we started checking the actual temperature of the oven by resetting it, and found that it was consistently dropping 100+ degrees below the set temperature.
So there I was Monday night, having obligated myself several weeks ago to bake for my younger two childrenâ€™s Thanksgiving feasts at school. For my son, I had volunteered to make cookies, which should have been easy, but turned out to be a giant experiment in frustration, because some cookies seemed to take the standard 10 minutes to cook, and others seemed to take 20+ minutes. I sat therefore, vigilant, eyes peeled to the oven for 2 hours, while I baked 5 dozen cookies.
For my daughter, I had volunteered to bring vegetables and rolls. I had plans to make a medley of rolls, but because of the oven problems, I decided instead to make the popovers again, despite the fact that I couldnâ€™t serve them in their ideal state (fresh from the oven). I reasoned that I had already tried them in my new oven and knew what to expect, unlike my other recipes.
Did I have nagging thoughts in the back of my head about the potential failure of the popping over part?
Yes. Yes I did.
But it was getting late, and the words â€œsuper easyâ€ seduced me yet again.
So I made the popovers while getting the kids ready for bed and cleaning up the cookie dishes, and didnâ€™t begin giving the oven dirty looks until 30 minutes in, when I glanced over and the popovers still looked like soup. I spent the next 10 minutes ranting to LCB about the oven while I washed dishes, then turned around from the sink and gasped.
Most of the flour that was meant for the popovers was still sitting on the island counter, waiting to be poured.
LCB spent the next 10 minutes laughing that annoying â€œIâ€™m really trying not to laugh but I canâ€™t help itâ€ laugh, until I pulled the popovers from the oven and said, â€œYou know, these are almost like very plain mini-quiches without most of the flour in them.â€
â€œUm, Iâ€™m not hungry at all, but these are really good,â€ he mumbled between bites.
So, I tried again. At about 30 minutes, the popovers started to pop up, and seconds later, dove sharply downward. I checked the oven temperature, which had dropped 125 degrees. They resurged slightly as the temperature reset, and then plummeted again, ensuring with their sadistic descent that a bunch of preschoolers and their families would ultimately eat store-bought rolls instead.
Iâ€™ll keep you posted on the appliance developments. But I think itâ€™s safe to say that Olâ€™ Lonely wonâ€™t be so lonely anymore.