It seems that whoever designed the kitchen in my new apartment in Chicago does not have a college degree.
Instead of opening at a ninety degree angle, as ovens normally do, mine opens to about forty-five degrees. It bumps into the refrigerator, making it next to impossible to slide anything into or out of the oven.
Even though I have attempted to cook in it, even sliding a cookie sheet or a baking dish in and out of a preheated oven is a dangerous game.
I’ve asked my building if they’ll consider fixing this or moving the refrigerator, but the jury is still out on whether or not they’ll be able to do it.
It’s ironic though, right? Someone who loves to cook has an oven that will not open fully. I have plenty of friends who use their ovens for storage.
In fact, my friend’s husband once had the gas company show up at his front door to check for a potential gas leak or service outage because he and his roommates had never once opened or turned on their oven. The company was convinced it must have been a mistake because they hadn’t registered any usage in the year or however long their apartment had been occupied.
That would not fly in my kitchen. When my oven broke last year, I barely survived the month and spent a lot of time in friends’ kitchens, baking and working on recipes for my blog.
With an oven that only opens halfway, I’ll never be able to bake elaborate cakes, make anything that requires a water bath or a roasting pan (in other words: I definitely will not be roasting a turkey any time soon).
On a related note: next time I look for an apartment, I’m going to need an assistant.