It may not look like much, but believe me, my oven is quite a character with quite a history. Some friends of ours bought it for us way back when we still lived in America and way back when I thought cooking from scratch was heating up a frozen lasagna from Wal-Mart.
It’s a special oven, in that it uses gas and has a gas-ignited pilot light. I didn’t even know what all those words meant back when we stuck it in a crate heading to Indonesia. All I knew is that some MAFers told me you couldn’t buy ovens here, and to make sure it uses no electricity and wait, what? No electricity?
Yeah, that really scared me way back then when I was convinced I’d never make it over here.
Today I'm guest posting at MAF's blog. Find out the rest of the story there.