r.i.p.

My house is pretty quirky. Although I'd like to consider those quirks to be charming, my 30 year old Caloric stove did not fall under that category. It sure was a cute little appliance, with it's retro clock in the center (the vintage blue colored hands may have been the sole reason I kept it around). I stood by its side for as long as I could until I found a great deal on a new stainless model. I had a bond with that little stove. So what if I have to strike a match every time I need to light the front right burner? Who cares if the oven temperature knob has absolutely no correlation to the actual oven temperature? My oven made me feel special, I was the only one in the world that knew and understood its demands.

Caloric, I tip my oven mitt to you. I may have scars from tragic pizza burns, but your basic oven/stove functions got me by and I have full bellies, happy eaters and nice times to show for it, so thanks.

r.i.p. little caloric, you did me well.