That’s true for Texas weather, but apparently it’s also true when appliances start breaking.
I remember joking at some point that if the stove went out, we would have replaced every major appliance in the house. The very next day, one of the burners died a dramatic death. It quite literally exploded in a burst of light under the glass top with a loud pop or bang, depending on the level of drama you expect and tolerate from an appliance.
The rest still worked, so we didn’t panic. We decided to look into repairing it ourselves, then the kids and I got used to cooking with 3 burners. It was somewhere on my list of Things To Do.
Then yesterday, the microwave went out. We use our microwave a lot, but the kids and I started talking about The Old Days when I was a kid, and what it was like to live without a microwave. We used to heat Dad’s coffee a cup at a time in a saucepan. Leftovers were eaten cold or warmed slowly in the oven. Cocoa was made on the stovetop, whether you were making one cup or 8. There was no such thing as microwave popcorn, not even on Friday nights when company came over for a movie. That’s ok, because there were no DVD players or VCRs either. (“What’s a VCR?”)
I thought it might be fun to spend a few days researching replacements rather than having Perry pick one up on his way home. After all, the last one was probably less than a year old (note to self: keep better track of receipts). We could rough it without a microwave for a little while. Fun, right?
Late last night, I remembered that I had bread rising for tonight’s dinner. I popped it in the oven and set a 25 minute timer.
The window in our oven door is entirely blacked over with…something. I run the cleaning cycle regularly, I promise. That window has never been see-through-able. So I was slightly alarmed when I saw light through the window. I heard a slightly alarmed voice next to me. ”Mom? Something is on fire in the oven!”
I opened the door and flames were leaping and fizzling from the lower element. I closed the door to think for a moment. I opened it again and watched as the fire worked its way from left to right – at least it was travelling in a sensible direction. Perry looked curiously in my direction. ”Is the bread done already?”
“No, but the oven is on fire. It’s the element.” I took the half-cooked bread out and closed the oven again as we considered what to do.
After a moment, Perry went to the breaker box and turned off the power to the range. I put the bread back in, hoping the residual heat would finish cooking it. As we headed to bed, we agreed that maybe I should expedite the microwave research. I might also expedite the shipping on the 2 parts for my range, assuming they won’t cost more than a replacement range and we can replace the burner in a glass top range ourselves.
Have you had your microwave for several years? What brand is it?by