So the repairman comes over yesterday morning as scheduled. He pokes around the oven and asks me to turn off the breaker to it so he doesn't get electrocuted. Score one for Heather, I learned which breaker turns off the oven. Yay. For. Me.
Repairman asks me how old the oven is. I tell him I assume it is the original oven that was installed when the house was built...which was about 25 years ago. He agrees with my assessment and does more poking.
Finally, he thinks it could be the heating coil. So, he orders one, which will come to my house. He will come back next Wednesday and install it. He's not sure if this will fix everything, but it's a start.
So, I have to go another week without an oven. This is extremely annoying. I'm having to look in my recipe box for stove top recipes because most things in my culinary arsenal have to be baked. I made green bean casserole on the stove top last night. Brother thought it was the shit.
I just thought it was shit.