(Let's take a moment to remember that sheet pan full of cookie dough. Gone too soon. Unable to reach their full potential.
Let's also rejoice that I didn't have a pricey and time consuming pan of something roasting away in there. I would have been more along the lines of livid.)
Now, our house is what I affectionately refer to as "always for sale," which means that we're loathe to throw down some serious coin for an appliance that we're not going to take with us when we
Folks. It's turning into a catastrophe around here. I've been hankering for days upon weeks for a gooey/fudgy batch of dark, dark brownies (preferably "studded with nuts," which is always my choice). My range is unable to apparently regulate heat. This results in dark, dark brownies that are too, too dry.
We ALL know that an excellent brownie requires two things: chocolately-ness and the right texture. I can like with all of you "cakey brownie" people, but I'd prefer that you wipe your feet before you enter my house and also not talk to me. Just keep your (wrong) opinions to yourself. You fudgy brownie people - you're my favorite people in the whole widey world. Let's debate pecans v. walnuts someday.
My range is quite obviously in the how-can-ruin-the-texture-of-every-baked-product category. I've learned to adapt for cookies. Other goodies are more malleable. But brownies just require a certain knack for toothsomeness that I just can't reconcile with Omar the Angry Oven.
I know (I know...) about an oven thermometer, which I used to have with Ol' Bessie and found to be not that helpful. I haven't gone this route again with Omar since I've been able to basically make things work with variable cooking times. But right now, if we have to suffer through another pan of mediocrely textured dry-ies, I'm gonna get weepy.
Lesson learned, Omar. Sometimes cheap is as cheap does. Now to just find that poor sap to offload you...
(In other news, I signed a contract a few days ago to have our house re-roofed. And we bought a whole new furnace/AC system 6 months ago. There's broke. And then there's b-r-o-k-e. I'm over this shanty.)