About a year ago, my sister and her boyfriend (now husband) moved into a
home with an electric range in their kitchen. So, last night (New Years
Eve), I was up until around 1:30am making food for my dad's birthday
party, which my sister and I made at her house tonight.

I cook with gas appliances; always have. So, the meatballs turned out
great. I tried a few for breakfast. Delicious! This afternoon, I loaded
the pot of meatballs into my car along with numerous other food items
and drove to Jan and Rob's house. I got there right on time.

I proceeded to put the pot of meatballs on my sister's range to warm
them up. I cranked up her electric range to about 75% of maximum. A few
minutes later, meatballs are bubbling away, so I turned off the heat. I
realized I was late picking up a friend from a nearby train station, so
I asked my sister to check on the meatballs, then I drove over to pick
up my friend. I also did the same thing with the pot of homemade mac &
cheese I made this morning.

My sister calls me on my cell phone just as I arrived at the train
station. Jan told me the meatballs are incinerated! I asked Jan to taste
one. She does. Disgusting. While I was looking for my friend at the
train station, Jan and Rob tried to wash off the meatballs, thinking it
was the sauce that was burnt. No go. Fortunately, the train station is
adjacent to a nice supermarket. My friend Jen and I went into the
supermarket and I picked up three of those roasted chickens, and a roll
of paper towels (that my sister requested).

I got back to Jan and Rob's a few minutes later and Jan showed me that I
must have not turned off the burner, as I thought I had. It was still
on, but not on the high setting. I had no idea because the red color of
the burner element went off, so I thought it was reasonably cool. If it
was gas, I could have easily seen that the burner was not off.
Fortunately, I did not make that mistake with the pot of mac & cheese,
so it came out fine and it was a big hit at the party.

My sister consoled me and she said it took her a while to get used to
her electric range. Rob, the philosophy teacher (literally), also tried
to console me, by explaining that the outcome was the same either way,
in that we all got to enjoy some great food and nice company and we all
had a nice time. But I would have much preferred not to have to spend an
extra $20 on dinner (which my sister thanked me for), and I would have
preferred those meatballs go into the guests' tummies rather than a
garbage disposal. I will deal with the burnt pot tomorrow!

Did I mention, I hate electric ranges? Whomever thought up the idea of
an electric range out to be slaughtered and forced to eat my burned
meatballs!

"Stan Horwitz" wrote in message
...

Did I mention, I hate electric ranges? Whomever thought up the idea of
an electric range out to be slaughtered and forced to eat my burned
meatballs!

The only thing I like about an electric range is this:
On my jenn-air I have one side of the black raised solid elements. In the
winter they are great because they heat the room for 1-2 hours after you
turn them off. God forbid if you ever set anything down on them before
then. After they are cool, I leave a baking pan on top of them just in case
one gets turned on, it gives one a chance to not get burnt as badly; say if
you place your hand down on it.
But I do like to use them for long-slow cooking in the winter.

Sorry about your meatballs. Glad you didn't lose your pan.
Dee Dee

On Sun 01 Jan 2006 08:57:52p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Stan
Horwitz?

About a year ago, my sister and her boyfriend (now husband) moved into a
home with an electric range in their kitchen. So, last night (New Years
Eve), I was up until around 1:30am making food for my dad's birthday
party, which my sister and I made at her house tonight.

I cook with gas appliances; always have. So, the meatballs turned out
great. I tried a few for breakfast. Delicious! This afternoon, I loaded
the pot of meatballs into my car along with numerous other food items
and drove to Jan and Rob's house. I got there right on time.

I proceeded to put the pot of meatballs on my sister's range to warm
them up. I cranked up her electric range to about 75% of maximum. A few
minutes later, meatballs are bubbling away, so I turned off the heat. I
realized I was late picking up a friend from a nearby train station, so
I asked my sister to check on the meatballs, then I drove over to pick
up my friend. I also did the same thing with the pot of homemade mac &
cheese I made this morning.

My sister calls me on my cell phone just as I arrived at the train
station. Jan told me the meatballs are incinerated! I asked Jan to taste
one. She does. Disgusting. While I was looking for my friend at the
train station, Jan and Rob tried to wash off the meatballs, thinking it
was the sauce that was burnt. No go. Fortunately, the train station is
adjacent to a nice supermarket. My friend Jen and I went into the
supermarket and I picked up three of those roasted chickens, and a roll
of paper towels (that my sister requested).

I got back to Jan and Rob's a few minutes later and Jan showed me that I
must have not turned off the burner, as I thought I had. It was still
on, but not on the high setting. I had no idea because the red color of
the burner element went off, so I thought it was reasonably cool. If it
was gas, I could have easily seen that the burner was not off.
Fortunately, I did not make that mistake with the pot of mac & cheese,
so it came out fine and it was a big hit at the party.

My sister consoled me and she said it took her a while to get used to
her electric range. Rob, the philosophy teacher (literally), also tried
to console me, by explaining that the outcome was the same either way,
in that we all got to enjoy some great food and nice company and we all
had a nice time. But I would have much preferred not to have to spend an
extra $20 on dinner (which my sister thanked me for), and I would have
preferred those meatballs go into the guests' tummies rather than a
garbage disposal. I will deal with the burnt pot tomorrow!

Did I mention, I hate electric ranges? Whomever thought up the idea of
an electric range out to be slaughtered and forced to eat my burned
meatballs!

I'm sorry about your burned meatballs, and I understand your issues.

Did I ever mention, that I hate gas ranges and all other gas appliances?
If my home had a gas range, I would never ever cook until it had been
replaced with an electric range.

There are devotees to both fuels. Live and let live.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________ ________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

In article ,
Wayne Boatwright wrote:

On Sun 01 Jan 2006 08:57:52p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Stan
Horwitz?

minutes later, meatballs are bubbling away, so I turned off the heat. I
realized I was late picking up a friend from a nearby train station, so
I asked my sister to check on the meatballs


Sounds like your sister didn't do a very good job of checking on them.


:-(


Did I ever mention, that I hate gas ranges and all other gas appliances?
If my home had a gas range, I would never ever cook until it had been
replaced with an electric range.

There are devotees to both fuels. Live and let live.

I want one of each. That's my dream kitchen. My brother has a fancy
kitchen. It has a 5 burner gas rangetop and two wall electric ovens,
one a convection oven.

--
Dan Abel

Petaluma, California, USA

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 22:57:52 -0500, Stan Horwitz
wrote:


Did I mention, I hate electric ranges? Whomever thought up the idea of
an electric range out to be slaughtered and forced to eat my burned
meatballs!


Sorry for your loss! I have always had electric ranges. In a perfect
world I would choose gas hobs but electric oven.

Kathy in NZ

"Stan Horwitz" wrote in message
Did I mention, I hate electric ranges? Whomever thought up the idea of
an electric range out to be slaughtered and forced to eat my burned
meatballs!

Agree. This house had one and I was happy to see it go after three years of
burnt offerings and dangerous overheating that my daughter did a few times.
Some people seem to have an un-natural fear of gas, but I've had no damage
from gas, but many problems, including a small fire, from electric.

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 22:57:52 -0500, Stan Horwitz
wrote:

You never see an electric cooktop in a restaurant kitchen. They are
always gas.

These chefs know what's best - so there's no argument.

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 22:57:52 -0500, Stan Horwitz wrote:

Did I mention, I hate electric ranges? Whomever thought up the idea of
an electric range out to be slaughtered and forced to eat my burned
meatballs!

I blame inanimate objects all the time, but it doesn't lessen my
personal contribution to the fiasco.
--

Practice safe eating. Always use condiments.

On 2 Jan 2006 05:17:49 +0100, Wayne Boatwright wrote:

I'm sorry about your burned meatballs, and I understand your issues.

Did I ever mention, that I hate gas ranges and all other gas appliances?
If my home had a gas range, I would never ever cook until it had been
replaced with an electric range.

There are devotees to both fuels. Live and let live.

I love electric and distrust gas too. The only thing I think gas is
good for is great percolated coffee.
--

Practice safe eating. Always use condiments.

On Sun 01 Jan 2006 10:34:18p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it ?

On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 22:57:52 -0500, Stan Horwitz
wrote:

You never see an electric cooktop in a restaurant kitchen. They are
always gas.

I'm not cooking in a restaurant kitchen.

These chefs know what's best - so there's no argument.

What is arguable is whether what is best in a restaurant kitchen is also best
for a home kitchen.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________ ________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

In article ,
says...
About a year ago, my sister and her boyfriend (now husband) moved into a
home with an electric range in their kitchen. So, last night (New Years
Eve), I was up until around 1:30am making food for my dad's birthday
party, which my sister and I made at her house tonight.

I cook with gas appliances; always have. So, the meatballs turned out
great. I tried a few for breakfast. Delicious! This afternoon, I loaded
the pot of meatballs into my car along with numerous other food items
and drove to Jan and Rob's house. I got there right on time.

I proceeded to put the pot of meatballs on my sister's range to warm
them up. I cranked up her electric range to about 75% of maximum. A few
minutes later, meatballs are bubbling away, so I turned off the heat. I
realized I was late picking up a friend from a nearby train station, so
I asked my sister to check on the meatballs, then I drove over to pick
up my friend. I also did the same thing with the pot of homemade mac &
cheese I made this morning.

My sister calls me on my cell phone just as I arrived at the train
station. Jan told me the meatballs are incinerated! I asked Jan to taste
one. She does. Disgusting. While I was looking for my friend at the
train station, Jan and Rob tried to wash off the meatballs, thinking it
was the sauce that was burnt. No go. Fortunately, the train station is
adjacent to a nice supermarket. My friend Jen and I went into the
supermarket and I picked up three of those roasted chickens, and a roll
of paper towels (that my sister requested).

I got back to Jan and Rob's a few minutes later and Jan showed me that I
must have not turned off the burner, as I thought I had. It was still
on, but not on the high setting. I had no idea because the red color of
the burner element went off, so I thought it was reasonably cool. If it
was gas, I could have easily seen that the burner was not off.
Fortunately, I did not make that mistake with the pot of mac & cheese,
so it came out fine and it was a big hit at the party.

My sister consoled me and she said it took her a while to get used to
her electric range. Rob, the philosophy teacher (literally), also tried
to console me, by explaining that the outcome was the same either way,
in that we all got to enjoy some great food and nice company and we all
had a nice time. But I would have much preferred not to have to spend an
extra $20 on dinner (which my sister thanked me for), and I would have
preferred those meatballs go into the guests' tummies rather than a
garbage disposal. I will deal with the burnt pot tomorrow!

Did I mention, I hate electric ranges? Whomever thought up the idea of
an electric range out to be slaughtered and forced to eat my burned
meatballs!

It took me a month or so to get used to a gas stove. Ever since I'd
gotten my own place I'd cooked on electric stoves. I never thought I'd
appreciate them but now that I know the difference I'll take an electric
oven and a gas cook top.

In article ,
says...
On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 22:57:52 -0500, Stan Horwitz
wrote:

You never see an electric cooktop in a restaurant kitchen. They are
always gas.

These chefs know what's best - so there's no argument.




So true. As I said in a prior post I'd like a gas cook top and an
electric oven.

I've found that heat up time is roughly the same for electric vs. gas.
But heat is much more consistent with the electrics I've used.


But on that cooktop I'd want a true high BTU unit that I can rest a wok
in.

sf wrote:
On 2 Jan 2006 05:17:49 +0100, Wayne Boatwright wrote:

I'm sorry about your burned meatballs, and I understand your issues.

Did I ever mention, that I hate gas ranges and all other gas
appliances? If my home had a gas range, I would never ever cook
until it had been replaced with an electric range.

There are devotees to both fuels. Live and let live.

I love electric and distrust gas too. The only thing I think gas is
good for is great percolated coffee.

Sorry bud, there is no such thing as great' percolated coffee.
And - my vote is for gas.

Ken.


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On Sun 01 Jan 2006 11:31:46p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Ken Davey?

sf wrote:
On 2 Jan 2006 05:17:49 +0100, Wayne Boatwright wrote:

I'm sorry about your burned meatballs, and I understand your issues.

Did I ever mention, that I hate gas ranges and all other gas
appliances? If my home had a gas range, I would never ever cook
until it had been replaced with an electric range.

There are devotees to both fuels. Live and let live.

I love electric and distrust gas too. The only thing I think gas is
good for is great percolated coffee.

Sorry bud, there is no such thing as great' percolated coffee.
And - my vote is for gas.

Ken.

I will gladly give you any gas I come across. g

As for percolated coffee, I used to like it back in the late 1960s, but
haven't even tasted it since then.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
__________________________________________________ ________________
And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.

In article ,
says...
On Sun, 01 Jan 2006 22:57:52 -0500, Stan Horwitz
wrote:

You never see an electric cooktop in a restaurant kitchen. They are
always gas.

These chefs know what's best - so there's no argument.


Yeah, with professional grade equipment. Alas, I've two friends in whose
kitchen I HATE to cook, because they have gas tops. If there's the slightest
breeze outside you have to close the windows, because you can no longer get the
water to boil on their stove. At another friend's place the crossdraft blows
the gas flame out alltogether. Sheesh. Gutless. I think I've lived in _one_
flat where I found the gas stove acceptable.

While I don't normally suffer from Asthma, the exhaust of a (town supply)gas
oven can do it to me. Another baaad point (and the reason why I want to keep
that window open, please).

About the only thing I can say in favour is that with a gas top you can still
cook after the powerlines have been blown down by a storm.

But of course, as most things, it's a ymmv thing

-P.

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