26 June 2004 (Saturday)
the curse of the black pearl
Our kitchen is cursed.
As you may recall, our oven broke. Twice, in fact. Roughly half a year ago, the coffee urn we use to keep water hot for Shabbat also broke. We discovered that one late on a Friday afternoon when, five minutes after plugging it in, it still hadn't made the usual ticking, popping, and simmering noises. We haven't gotten a replacement yet.
This time, it was the slow-cooker. Yesterday afternoon I put in all the ingredients for my yummy (if I do say so myself) vegetarian cholent. Turned slow-cooker to high--no problem. Just before Shabbat, turned slow-cooker to low--no problem. Wake up Shabbat morning, notice light on slow-cooker is not on--hmmmmm. Touch side of slow-cooker with hand--hmmmmmm. Problem.
Well, we had enough cheese and vegetables to make for a decent lunch even without the cholent. After Shabbat, Julian, the default Expert In All Things Electrical for our household, examined the device. "It's broken." Thanks, my love.
The worst part is: once we took the cover off, the semi-cooked cholent actually still smelled good. Damn.
