When we lived in town, we rarely used our dishwasher. Hand washing worked fine for most of what we dirtied. One day it died. We let it be, until we prepared to move, at which point we had it replaced. In the meantime, Linda happened to mentioned to her brother that our dishwasher was not working. He asked, “What happened to Oscar… Did he break his arm?” We are not big on appliances. The basics do for us. Refrigerator & freezers, wash machine & dryer (occasionally), microwave oven, range tops. A couple of years ago our stove went “Poof”. The broiler element still worked, which was sufficient for toasting things when we needed. This winter one of the range units went “Poof”. We made it through the winter, but with Canning Season approaching it was time to replace the stove.
We have a down-drafting stove, so our options for replacement were… Jenn-Air. Our stove is 30″ wide. Not much discussion, other than black or chrome, and who around here sells and install these. We found Spicher’s Appliances in Winchester. One Friday, we drove down the Valley from work, walked it, talked the sales rep about the options, and in a half-hour had our delivery date set.
Rural areas have to rely on when the truck comes our way. That turned out to be Tuesday or Friday mornings. I took the morning off from work. The first step was moving all unnecessary items away from the stove and adjoining cabinets. Dust bunnies began running, thus vacuuming was in order. Then I waited for the crew to arrive.
The delivery truck arrived about 10 minutes before the installation guy. I stayed out of the way, unless they asked for something. Some tilting and yanking removed the old stove. The new stove was slightly less deep, so I sought out a board that I could cut down to 30 1/4″ long and 6 1/2″ wide to fill in the gap behind the stove. Back to my side-line location with the dogs, while the installer finished his work.
By lunch time, the delivery guys had headed back down the driveway and the installation guy was making sure cats had not taken a nap in the truck. I ran the vacuum around again for installation dust. Otherwise, we were ready to get cooking. Well, we did not christen our new stove with some yumming-oohy-gooey cake or pie. No, we made yogurt. Too many new buttons to figure out first before heating up the oven space. Anyway, a heat wave has come our way. Who would run an oven when it is 90F outside?