Tonight, N and I have lost someone very near and dear to our hearts… our oven.
Though temperamental, I loved our oven. True, it took ages to pre-heat and, towards the end of its life it took increasingly longer, but it was still our oven. Like with people, you can overlook the faults in the things you love the most.
I did my first ever Thanksgiving in that oven (solo, I might add).
I’ve baked cakes for N’s birthdays, made pies for BBQs at my mum-in-law’s and even made sweet treats just for my office-mates.
How I can I begin to put into words what I’ve lost?
I can’t. I feel like we’ve lost a family member… or limb or vital organ at least.
All of those baked sweet potatoes with cottage cheese? No more. Roasted peppers? Gone. Sunday roasts? Forget about those too.
Goodbye, dear oven. I shall miss you and all of the yummy things we made in you, though my waistline might not agree.
And now the wait begins in tears for a replacement.