So this is silly, but I am unreasonably proud of myself for making cookies tonight. Getting all the ingredients in the kitchen at the same time isn't easy, but working with the oven is the real trick. Just lighting the thing is an adventure, because you turn on the gas and toss matches in till something lights. Then you let it heat up for a while, but you don't know how long. There is a thermometer, but it goes from 1-8. You guess what that means. I've decided that 5 is about 350. Unfortunately, there really isn't a way to maintain that temperature, whatever it is, so you spend the entire time fiddling with the gas and checking whatever you're cooking.
I'm seriously missing eating German pancakes, but I'll make crepes tomorrow so I can do them on the stove instead of in the oven. The family is waiting for baked potatoes. The idea gives me a headache. I don't think I could manage an hour of babysitting the stove.