First off, here is the stove that came along with the house, as pictured in the listing.
One day a month or two ago, it was raining and Stella and I were hanging out on the back porch with a good book, enjoying the ambient noise and the breeze. I had left the door cracked for her to go in and out as she pleased, but then I realized that flies were also taking the same liberty. I stood up and put my hand on the door to shut it when - at that exact moment - lightening struck the greenbelt behind our house. I felt a jolt of electricity move through my hand and up my arm and immediately decided it was time for us to take the reading inside. (My arm tingled for a good two or three hours afterward, if you're wondering.)
J and I discovered a couple days later that our stove wouldn't work. We flipped the breaker a couple times but to no avail. So, off to 3 different stores we went a-hunting. J was being super particular about the stove, and I about the oven. We were the couple every sales person dreaded. After several hours of driving - and debating - we settled on one.
A few days later, it was delivered. We plug it in. It doesn't work. Guess what! The plug was fried. (They did check the stove to make sure that it wasn't just the plug...they were both goners.)
Enter: My do-it-all-himself father to install the new plug.
Et voila - a shiny new stove that looks super pretty with our fridge. I've also found that cooking is much more fun than it was with the old stove.
Now the only things not stainless are the vent above the stove and our dishwasher. [Please don't break, vent and dishwasher, just because you don't match.]
