Yesterday I got a shiny new toy. It’s something I’ve wanted for many years, and I was finally able to get one, and get it on sale to boot.
Today I made my first batch of jam in it. And then my entire day went completely pear shaped and got very, very expensive.
We have a stove that everyone in the house hates. Passionately. It came with the house, so it wasn’t something any of us chose.
Whoever thought up the concept of glass topped stoves deserves a solid ass-kicking. They don’t heat well. They don’t heat evenly. Their heat is rather random and uncontrollable. They are a giant pain in the ass to clean. They scratch, they stain, they suck.
Also, apparently, they can MELT.
I assumed that if I dropped something heavy on it that the top would shatter. That seemed like a given. It never occurred to me that I could possible get that stupid thing hot enough (lord knows, it doesn’t get hot when you *want* it to) to damage itself, but while making jam today I realized that the jam was burning on the bottom (rather suddenly), and when I slid the jam pot to the cold half of the stove and looked at the burner that was on, it wasn’t its usual bright red with visible coils, but a large disk of glowing yellow-orange. I didn’t think too much of it until a few seconds later when I heard a loud WHUMP-POP. I looked again and realized that the middle of the burner had slumped and that the whole surface of the stove had just cracked (including one small piece from the middle that shot straight up in the air – we never did find that). Once it cooled down, the glass that had been glowing turned a weird milky grey.
Weird and milky:
Appliance shopping is not how I wanted to spend my afternoon. Not even a little bit. Also? Good stoves are expensive. Stupidly so. Grrr.
The jam did not survive, either.