Our brand spankin’ new Hot-Boxes.
Finally - finally! - we appear (kayn ayin hora) to have a Functioning Oven in our kitchen.
We’ve been without one since a week ago Monday, when the new unit (conventional convection oven on the bottom, combination microwave/convection oven on top) was installed and fried itself to a crisp within minutes.
Getting a replacement unit was more of a Pain in the Ass than we had expected or desired. Sears - the Retailer involved - kept losing the order or failing to schedule an installer. Finally, the Missus got on the horn with them - half an hour of Voicemail Hell - and told them they would either have a working oven installed the next day, or we would have them take the dead unit out and we’d replace it elsewhere.
Do not mess with SWMBO when she is Pissed Off.
Even after all of that, Sears managed to let another installer snarf our item from the warehouse. When our guy got there yesterday morning, there was no oven. So he broke a few legs and rearranged some other poor schmuck’s delivery. It meant Yet Another Day’s Delay, but without his help it would have been another ten days. Good Gawd.
I was mickle relieved when he showed up this afternoon...exactly as promised.
Watching this guy horse the old unit out and the new unit in was nerve-wracking. He knew his business, though, and between his dolly, his lift-platform, and sheer might and main, he managed just fine. The sucker weighs about 400 pounds, so this was no small feat.
And the best news is, it works like a champ! (tuh, tuh, tuh).
Now I need to bake something. Where are those cats, anyway?
The kitchen...she is feeneeshed!
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