I thought this post was nice way to commemorate the maiden voyage of my new oven, and the return home of a seasoned journey-woman.
Nana’s (that’s my mum) arrived home from one of her pilgramages to Japan early this morning.
As usual, she bought back some lovely gifts for us all.
And the adorable terry-cloth tea towel, decorated with strawberries that she bought back for me.
Plus the usual array of strange, chewy, spongy and odd-flavoured candies and tiny decorative bowls that she loves so much.
And now…the new oven.
Is it just me or is mine the most ill-equipped oven in Australia?
It has no light, no temperature indicator, no timer, no auto flame ignition…
I feel like I’m baking in the fifties, compared to the whiz-bang monster I took for granted all these years.
However, the pizza I made on Friday was one of the best ever. The base was baked through and crisp and unlike any I’ve made before.
I made some muffins, that took almost an hour to cook! Yet to try these…
I made a pecan pie…but my glass baking dish and this apparently SLOW oven meant it wasn’t cooked all the way through. Even after nearly twice the cooking time recommended!
I am now baking some choc-chip cookies.
Just took the first tray out and I must say, I think this little darlin’ was built for baking biscuits!!!
They are cooked beautifully.
My hopes are lifting.
If I can come to terms with the extra time I will need for baking now – my last oven was exceedingly fast and hot (the saucy minx)- I can foresee a long and illustrious relationship between and my new oven.