I guess there comes a time in every house when it has its “issues.” I don’t know why ours are suddenly all coming at once. Could it be that it senses that it has been six months since I had a job and the unemployment insurance runs out now? It wants that last bit of savings (and/or last bit of credit on the card)?
This weekend Mark ran some things down the sink and turned on the disposal. Buzz, but no grinding, nothing working. It appears to be a goner. Just as well, I thought, there has been a huge leak under that sink for a year now. We can fix both at once.
Then I went out to put some chicken on the gas grill. I lit the fire and it was whipping around because it was very windy Sunday. When I went back after 10 minutes there was still fire, but it just didn’t seem very warm. I put the chicken on it anyway (no sizzle, I noticed) and came back in 15 minutes to raw chicken but still some fire. So am I out of gas? Is it broken? What’s up?
Meanwhile, Mark has heated up some cold lasagna since the chicken is slow in coming. He nukes it in the microwave for a couple of minutes and then notes that it didn’t get hot like it should have.
I bring the chicken in and put it under the broiler in the gas oven. Ten minutes later it is cooking well. I flip them and in another 10 minutes or so that side is nice and browned and “cooked.” I decide Side One needs a do-over so I flip them and stick them under the flame again. But when I come back this time, nothing has changed and there is no sizzling or popping like there had been the last time I opened the oven. I lay down on the kitchen floor and look up at the burner and see the pilot light at the other end, but no row of flames at all. So did they give up the ghost in the recent 10 minutes?
When my family and I moved from Colorado back to Canyon, we bought a new stove for the house. I don’t know how long we lived in the house before the new stove arrived, but I know there was a period of time where we didn’t have a stove at all. Meals were very interesting. We had an electric frying pan that got a lot of use, and we had a little coffee pot that was good for boiling water and eggs in. And we had a toaster oven. Maybe we ate a lot of sandwiches, too, but I do remember my Mom making our few cooking appliances do it all.
I expect we’ll be replacing the disposal first and the stove if we have to. The grill probably just needs gas, I’m hoping. The microwave will the the hard one to replace. Not for me. I’d be at Target tomorrow if it were up to me! But this is a sentimental microwave. I have a husband that will buy a new computer printer or camera because he doesn’t like the way the paper loads or there’s a better model coming out, but he won’t part with his sentimental microwave. This is maybe the original Amana Radar-range. It is truly an antique. Maybe the first microwave invented. Mark got it from his best friend Les, probably when Les moved up to a newer nicer model in the 1980s. I don’t really know how old it is, but I know Mark had it when we met 16 years ago. And, as good as it is, it isn’t like it is perfect. Every few months it has a little fit and you can’t make it shut off except by opening the door (and leaving it open). Even if the time has run out, it continues to run. Probably not a good thing. But we leave the door open for a while and then it miraculously fixes itself. I will give it that, it has a healing power that most appliances don’t have. I can happily live without a microwave, I don’t use it much anyway. So if it isn’t functioning anymore, I will happily let it remain in the kitchen as a sentimental bit of our history. It will make a lovely breadbox, I’m thinking.