This stove is the bane of my existence. It lives in the basement kitchen in the First Unitarian Church of Philadelphia. All the numbers are rubbed off the oven dial, so it’s impossible to know what temperature you’ve set it to. The door doesn’t close fully, so you also have to compensate for that. And it’s generally disgusting.

However, at least once a year, I find myself in situation in which I have to make it produce tasty food. I’ve not failed yet.