look! this is Mia. She is my roommate, your and my friend, the sole employee (and therefore awesome titled employee) of a cool non-profit, an aspiring lawyer, daughter, sister, girlfriend, and the temperature regulator for our Hot point oven. Check out the precise science she uses to bring the temperature down from "holy-crap-burny" to "I-will-bake-your-tarts". Your chocolate tarts that is... look!
Anyhow you might be thinking, "Emblies that seems an awfully silly thing for such an accomplished young lady to do, why don't you just put a brick in there or something?"
well dear reader we are far far beyond the point of a brick helping us. This oven can only be turned off by denying it power, and will turn itself back on when power is re-introduced, even if all the knobs are to the off position. Great! fantastic! there is nothing better than a fire-death-trap in your apartment, I mean it's like I'm living on the edge each and every day, and we all know that I love the edge. However I have to admit my desire to not die in my sleep due to a gas oven related fire far superceeds my desire to be hardcore. plus there is nothing particularly hard core about living with a broken oven. There is however something hard core about successfully baking with a broken oven, something both Mia and I have been doing! There have been the aforementioned tarts, cookies, a key lime pie...I'm pretty impressed with our perseverance. That all said:
It's time for a new oven. It has been promised to us, now all we want is that promise to be followed through on! please!
