Yesterday I scrubbed the stove top. I cleaned the oven not long ago and it’s still clean. I’m done. I told Vince . . do not touch the stove unless you’re going to scrub it. I’m not using it . . so long as the new stove is delivered as scheduled on Wednesday.
I changed a few things around on this week’s menu so I don’t have to use the stove. I can use the wall oven, the hot plate, the smoker, the air fryer . . I’m so done with that stove.
Chad wants the old stove. He’s always buying old cast iron and he seasons it in the oven and I think he’s tired of it smoking up his house. I’m not sure where he’s going to put it now that he’s keeping the old pickup and the Jeep in the garage but . . it’s his and he said he’ll come get it Saturday.
It was a high end stove, installed 18 years ago so it’s held up great. I’m kinda sad I didn’t like it but it wasn’t the stove’s fault. It’s a stove. It has no feelings. Why am I sitting here feeling sad. At least I found it a good home! 🙂