In what has become yet another wonderful* aspect of moving to California... our blasted oven does. not. work. The stove, quite fortunately, does, but we need to get the maintenance guy to fix the oven, along with:
- The bathtub, which takes an hour to drain after a 15 minute shower
- The smoke detector, which needs batteries I don't own nor plan on purchasing
- The complete and utter inadequacy of the single fan in the kitchen. This can probably not be fixed by the maintenance guy, but still.
If this were Julie from that movie, I bet she would throw a fit and break some pans or something, but, as I am not one to cook or bake,** I don't care that much.
I feel the video below is quite comparable to my cooking capabilities.
*Did you catch the sarcasm there? Good.
**Nevertheless, since learning that the stove does. not. work. I have had the strongest urge to purchase one of those tubes of pre-made cookie dough and make cookies, and I get so utterly Frustrated! to know that I cannot make cookies at all.
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