First, fuck Frigidaire. Fuck their new product that shit the bed (in a pretty fucking dangerous way!) a number of times, and fuck their company for being like "yeah, oops, oh well!" when trying to get a recalled part replaced. Then, in November, the stove just shorted the fuck out, and sent sparks across the kitchen while Roomie was making spaghetti.

Roomie's parents came with the new stove today. I could have cried. I told her mom that I was just going to sit and watch water boil. I tested it out by making a shitload of quinoa, and baking a batch of raspberry thumbprint cookies. This is the only electric stove I've used that seems to be on point for recipe temperature/time specifications. I don't have an oven thermometer, but my test sheet came out the way it should, and not all crispy and gross on the edges.

Roomie (is at work and) says I'm overreacting* because stoves aren't that special. The stove hasn't worked properly in over six months. It's not worked at all in over a month (somehow I prevented her from buying this one, because when she was looking at a GE one, I said "make sure it's not made by Frigidaire," and APPARENTLY that meant that she had to cancel her sale and not buy it for three more weeks), and I want to eat cooked food! (* She's sending me good-natured ribbing, she's not being mean! I should clarify!)