This past Sunday, I was in a celebratory mood and what better reason to celebrate than our oven getting fixed? Turns out that it hasn't been working properly for years and I never noticed, because I had never had a gas oven before and simply put its poor performance down to the fact that it wasn't electric. Now, thanks to a visit from Paul at JBD Appliance, my darling comes to temperature in 5-10 minutes and never needs to re-ignite midway through baking something. O wondrous oven!
I decided that we would have a proper Sunday dinner, with candles and wine and skirts on the girls and nice shirts on the boys. Also, we would have dinner early so M'hijo, my 13-month-old, could sit with us the whole time. We typically eat late in the yellow house and M'hijo is often already abed by the time we manage to sit down for supper.
But candles on the table or no, I didn't really feel like killing myself over dinner, and didn't want to go grocery shopping, and furthermore, the real star of the day was Madam Oven, and I didn't want to show her up by doing a lot of fancy prepwork. Better that she do the majority of the work for this meal so that we could truly appreciate her talents. So, roast chicken and veggies it was.