Hot stove season in baseball is when a lot of players are traded or free agents sign with new teams.
I had my own hot stove season this past fall. Talk about an annoyance!
Here is a photo of the stove that came with my house. Thirty-six inches wide. Didn’t have a choice about that.
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I have cooked on antique gas stoves for most of my adult life. I wanted something similar to this one: four burners, extra “counter” space between the burners, storage on the side of the oven, gas, and white.
I found what I wanted on line at a Big Box Store.

Pretty darn close. Except even though the website assured me the stove was in stock, it was not. I was told they would order it and deliver it directly to my address. Meaning the lawn. Their delivery people don’t do installation. Well, weren’t they a barrel of good customer service (this was after waiting over half-an-hour for someone to work with us). They suggested we go to a local store just up the street.
TV wanted to try another Big Box Store. He blanched at the prices. I refused to go to yet another Big Box Store because I’m still annoyed about the lack of customer service from when we purchased our dish washer and dryer, not to mention defective toilets.
We did end up at the local store the first Box Store suggested, where a low-key salesman, working on commission, but very low key, worked with us. Did I get a white stove? Nope. Four burners on a 36″ stove? Nope. But we did buy a stove, a refrigerator, and a range hood, which were all delivered with great care and professionally installed. The delivery people weren’t subcontractors but actually worked for the store from which we made the purchases. If you are in the Syracuse or Binghamton, New York area, drop me a line and I will be more than happy to give you the name of the store.


It was very tough getting used to the stainless steel after a lifetime of white.
And I will be honest, the electric oven scares me. It air fries, convection oven, dehydrates, proofs bread, roasts, bakes, broils, and even loads my dishwasher (or so I told my brother).
But those major household purchases are done. Whew.
