Many of you know that when we moved in to our new house in July, we discovered the hard way that our oven didn't work. We had purchased 4 take-n-bake pizzas as a thank you for our friends and family after a miserably hot day of moving. I spiced up the first pizza with additional toppings and some secret ingredients, tossed it in the oven and set the timer. The countdown began; we all waited, impatiently as the seconds ticked away. Twelve minutes later, I opened the oven door as the beeping commenced. It wasn't done. Not only was it not done, it was barely cooked. I checked the temperature setting...right on. "Hmmm, that's strange" I thought, cranking the temperature up. Anyway, to make a long story short...we ended up broiling the pizzas in the span of about 2 hours.
Steve and his brother-in-law, Mark, tried to fix the problem the next day; it didn't work. We tried several things to fix the stove, but nothing worked. While we were disappointed that we would have to spend our "house money" on a new stove, I could see the sparkle in Steve's eye as he pondered it. You see, he's always dreamed of having a gas stove. He has said for many years that he would have some day have one.
Well, after several months of planning and hardwork, his "some day" has arrived just in time for the holidays!
