For nearly a week I've been using my stove under the assumption that it just wasn't a great stove. Two of the burners seemed completely defunct and the other two took a very long time to heat up. But "when in Rome..." so I was making do. A cup of tea (and I mean A SINGLE CUP) took 20 minutes... to get hot. Boiling water? Out of the question.
I invited a new friend, Athenea, for tea last night. As I prepared the pot, she was watching, then interrupted and said, "You know you have to lift it up?" What?! Lift up? "Yes" she said, coming over to the counter. "The stove! Like this." She lifted the top piece revealing underneath four burners - two gas, two electric. "I can't believe it lifts up!" (I must have said this five times.)
Moral of the story, things may not be what they seem. Who knows for how long I would've been doing this. Pretty sure the burn marks are mine, just from the past few days. Athenea seemed a bit concerned, telling me, "you have to be very careful with the stove, they can be dangerous" but I assured her I had used one before. Sigh. Thank you Athenea.
yogurt shmogurt
As I sat at my little breakfast table the magic of Google revealed to me that I was indeed eating sour cream. Nay, twas not just "really thick yogurt." And 'pavlaka?" It means cream. No wonder I was so thoroughly pleased with my "raspberries, bananas, and yogurt" the other day. Moral of the story, just because it looks like a yogurt container, does not mean it is a container of yogurt.