Wronged Objects – If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?
Pity my poor electric range. Cursed, sworn at. Abused by everyone for its tendency to flare into super nova status and burn everything, or decide it’s not in the mood to cook today (I can sympathize with that viewpoint, actually).
Of all our appliances and home furnishings, the range has suffered the most as humans speak to it cruelly, harshly, without compassion.
Yes, I pity it. I do. It is not its fault it isn’t a gas range. This area doesn’t even have natural gas available. We had no choice but to get an electric range … and it certainly had no choice about becoming part of this household. To be fair, after you understand its limitations and quirks, you can bend it to your will, sort of. I can bake banana bread and pound cake that’s pretty darned good.
So pity my poor, abused, under-appreciated range … but you totally gotta love my little Waring convection oven. It rocks.