Sousa and Pretty Explosions
Steaming, simmering heat. Mother Nature’s promised fireworks to come in the afternoon. Our stove finally sighed and died a couple of mornings ago. We woke to a plaintive bleeping and an error-code that kept flashing it’s unhappiness. The error-code couldn’t be fixed………….we only had 1-1/2 working burners out of four anyway………………………and any cookies on the top rack in the back of the oven always burned…………………soooooooooooooo……………….we’re okay with the oven finally kicking the bucket…………………….it…