Wednesday is a work-from-home day, so I got up early this morning and mixed up a batch of pineapple carrot muffins with pecans. I didn’t think anything of it when the oven came up to temperature unusually quick. I popped the muffins in and then smelled something – off. I peeked in the oven, and not 60 seconds into cooking, my muffins were flash fried. I yanked them out and replaced them with an oven thermometer. The oven – set to 350 degrees – was over 550 degrees, according to the thermometer. 😶

This explains how I burned last evening’s taco shells while trying to warm them up. I am known for wandering away from things cooking, but I was pretty darn sure that wasn’t the case in this instance. We ended up having taco salad for dinner instead.

The oven that gave me fits trying to bake Hannah’s birthday cake in August has been limping along – unrepairable because of its ancient age. Until today. It has been living on borrowed time. Only three of four burner elements work, the fan has been replaced once, and the heating elements numerous times. Time to say goodbye to my 19-year-old JennAir.

Not to be defeated in my desire for morning muffins, I pulled the crusty tops of the muffins and cooked them up like pancakes. Worked like a charm. 😊 It seemed a shame to waste all those ingredients.

It’s been a month of appliance woes – new toaster, new freezer, new coffee maker. And now, a shiny new range that I didn’t want to spend the money on right now will be delivered Friday.