All I want is my new range.
Oh ... and I realize I want a new range hood. And someone to install it.
And new stainless cabinet pulls. And probably hinges. Maybe the old hinges can stay. Maybe I can just replace the pulls on the oven side of the kitchen.
And almost all new pots and pans, since they have to be magnetic, though Gary's suggestion we just put the current pots inside the cast iron skillet when we want to cook was genius.
Of course, this is what I want, and all I "need" is the oven. But oh, I feel that I need it. It doesn't arrive until the 15th. I want to send out "Come by and meet the new range" announcements. I want to have a party and serve a roast which I cooked by sticking in the probe and setting the oven to "Cook till roast is done."
I need to leave the oven on until it shuts off. I need to boil water until the pan is empty and watch it turn off because it knows. (But yet, how do it? How do it know?) And I have to put newspaper or parchment between the burner and the pot; that still boggles my mind. I need to make water boil and then slide the touchpad up and down like I'm playing a Theremin.
And of course I need to spill something so I can wipe it up immediately, and then I need to cook a fruit pie in the oven so I can wipe that up. (There's no open bottom burner.)
I have never felt this way about an appliance before. Frankly, it's like the way my Dad reacted to having a microwave. "That potato would have take 45 minutes to cook in the oven! Make me another potato, Margie!"
I know, I know, I'm a material woman, but I've had this (in almond) for almost a quarter century:
Now, if this is your current stove, don't be insulted. Hang on to it because it works well for ten years after it's expected to die.
Do Not Wants
A flipping granite counter top. Ugly! They look just like the industrial no-nap carpet my parents had in their kitchen in the 70s. An irregular pattern of random colors so it "wouldn't show dirt."
This gives me neural overload:
Then picture it in use:
That counter would be filled with mail and toasters and bread machines and pens. It could never look clean. Ugh.
Then again, my flat almond counter flowed nicely into my almond range. I hope this new one doesn't break things up too much. If it does I'll just go boil some water, take off the pot and and then put my hand down directly on the burner to distract myself.