While reviewing the rough patches we've encountered so far, Fred reminded me of one of the low points of this adventure which deserves to be blog-i-fied.
The RV's cooking equuipment includes a combination microwave-conventional-convection oven. The unit is so complicated that I found it handy to keep the manual and cookbook in the oven for ready reference. During dinner preparation the other night, I wanted to track cooking time, so I set it for 10 minutes and thought I'd selected 'timer.' About six minutes later, a strange, unpleasant odor (that I hoped wasn't our dinner) filled the RV. I noticed smoke accumulating inside the microwave and saw that the manual and cookbook had achieved a lovely golden brown color. I opened the door and flung them outside where they lay in a smoking heap. When Fred retrieved them several hours later, they both had a large hole burned through the center. I cooked the cookbook!
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