My chef hard at it! Our stove bit the dust for the fiftieth (and unfortunately LAST) time almost two weeks ago, now, but thankfully Ian has started to sort out cooking on Black Betty... the winter BBQ at -30 degrees was getting a bit much, not to mention somewhat repetitive (not to mention carcinogenic, and all of that good stuff as well). It sure adds flavour to weekend eggs and bacon, or tortelini and sauces, grilled cheese sandwiches, and so on. What a life! Not sure when we'll get the chance to go hunting for an electric range, but for now, not the biggest issue-- now that we've got some basic cooking maneouvres worked out with BB.