Well, it has finally happened.
My oven died.
It had been fading for some time and recently it stopped reaching even 180C.
I was told the replacement part was expensive and a new oven seemed a more prudent choice.
For the last two weeks, and even longer now that I come to think of it, my baking mojo has been off kilter.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was when I couldn’t get the oven hot enough for our sacrosanct home made pizza on Friday night.
Since that fateful night, it’s like I’ve lost a limb.
My baking bone is broken.
I received the call yesterday approving the replacement.
The man is here now, installing it.
I have been awaiting this day for some time and it feels like Christmas morning.
We have been too long without our home made muffins, scones, pasta bakes, brownies and our favourite – pizza.
I had not realised until now just how much I rely on my oven, how much I bake and ultimately what a big part baking plays in my life.
It’s not only a way I can nourish my self and my family but also a great way to unwind and express my self.
No other creative outlet is as delicious as baking.
So, like a new friend, I must now get to know this appliance; how hot it burns, how long it takes too warm up.
I won’t have to drop the recommended temps by 30C anymore, this new one looks pretty basic, smaller and isn’t fan forced.
Well…change is as good as holiday…so they say…
Good bye old friend.