I have what can only be described as a temperamental stove, that is most definitely staggering down the slow road to crap-ville. I'm now down to 2 working hotplates with the other two being hard pressed to make it to lukewarm after leaving them on for three hours on high and I hate electric stoves at the best of times - even when they're working. Coupled with the fact that it's tiny, that half the oven trays won't fit in it and the grill is inside the oven it is fair to say I really, REALLY hate it.
Thus, driven to the depths of despair and after serious meditation on whether or not whacking the crap out of it with my meat mallet would do more harm than good (regardless of the pure pleasure factor) desperation forced me to face the seventh circle of Hell that is my shed and look for the camp stove.
Success! Ah the sweet joy of gas, I don't know why I didn't think of this before. Actually I probably just blocked those thoughts out. ( Why is it the one thing you want is always right at the back, buried under a mound of crap? Seriously. WHY!)
Thus, driven to the depths of despair and after serious meditation on whether or not whacking the crap out of it with my meat mallet would do more harm than good (regardless of the pure pleasure factor) desperation forced me to face the seventh circle of Hell that is my shed and look for the camp stove.
Success! Ah the sweet joy of gas, I don't know why I didn't think of this before. Actually I probably just blocked those thoughts out. ( Why is it the one thing you want is always right at the back, buried under a mound of crap? Seriously. WHY!)
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