In the meantime, the West is in a record breaking freeze, and all culinary hopes and cravings revolve around a working oven, baked goodness, roasted delights. We want our comfort foods! Hot from the oven!
So, as is our habit, we try our oven. Every morning, every afternoon. It is a moment of anticipation, of hopeful suspense, followed by crushing disappointment.
But half an hour ago... success! Armed with the knowledge that the oven is failing because of "a fan," I turned the knob, and opened the oven door and blew into the cavern that is our double-size Thermafail oven. Alex raised an eyebrow, as I crouched forward, looking like I was blowing out candles on a cake. But then we saw the arrow turning up, the temperature was rising. Alex crouched and blew out candles with me. Maria walked in and with amused incredulity asked, "What the heck are you guys doing?" A fair question.
On bended knees, Alex and I were wooing our Thermfail. Whispering sweet nothings into our oven's cold head. And. It actually worked! We really turned our oven on.