Some people can't feed themselves without the microwave oven.
I can't feed myself without the stove.
Saturday evening I arrived home to find half of the power off in the house. Apparently something is amiss with the transformer outside -- and the Con Ed guy came by Sunday afternoon - installed a jumper - and now everything that requires 110v (microwave, fishtank filter...) is operational while more power-hoggy things (the AC, the oven...) are not. The Con Ed guy said they'd probably get someone out here today to take a look at it -- but that was before the severe thunderstorms rolled through yesterday - knocking the crap outta Oakland County - and putting about 90,000 people completely into the dark - which in turn knocked this house off the high rung of the urgency ladder.
I can't cook without the stove. I can't stand to microwave food. It's just one of those things...When the winter storms inevitably rolled through Atlanta - knocking everything offline for hours or even days -- I was ok in the apartment because I had a gas range...Microwaves cook food from the inside out -- which is just wrong. I like to be able to watch the food turning into a meal - and you just can't put your face that close to the microwave oven. I like to smell the food, to hear the food sizzle, I like to feel the heat -- I love flipping it into the air while sauteeing and snagging it on its return...You just can't get personal with the microwaved meal...
Gas stoves are better. Screw these electric ranges and their evil microwave cohorts...
From brilliant student and librarian to anti-technology recluse. This is the story of Kevin Yezbick.
you screwed the electric range? does mom know about this?
We finally found Kevin in a 10-by-12 plywood shack situated on 1.4 acres of Montana forest.
His home was devoid of all modern coveniences except for one: the gas stove. After a bit of small talk he offered us some tea.
The way he fondled his stove made both myself, and the cameraman, uncomfortable.
Newscasts about undiscovered bodies in solitary apartments are always somewheat fascinating...
For days on end - they just lie there...
Sometimes their pet cats snack on them...
Sometimes their child thinks they're simply sleeping...
I've been living with a dead stove since Saturday night.
Con Ed just left -- with the conclusion that it is an underground problem -- and not something they can get at just yet...maybe tomorrow...
So the dead stove remains...its electric clock not even blinking...just a cold, dark, empty stare...
The stove is back...
The mice had chewed through the power line outside...
I think it's safe to assume those mice are now dead...