We reached quite a milestone in the use of our Lopi Liberty last night.
I was feeling a little under the weather and was snuggled on the couch under my favorite blanket, a colorful, handwoven, cotton blanket, I picked up in Mexico over thirty years ago.
The wife and I were watching NCIS and I was kind of dozing in and out. At one point, the wife left the room and a few moments later she returned stating, "The stoves all set for the night." I just about laid an egg! She hates fire and I know she doesn't listen to me about things like using the stove. Even when she does, she always has her own way of doing things and of course it's always the wrong way.
Wide awake now and with an awful feeling of angst coming over me, I asked in my calmest voice, "You did?"
Looking over to the stove I see it's in full inferno mode; "Looks pretty hot."
"Don't worry dear, the by-pass is closed and I'll shut the primary down as soon as it hits 400."
"Good for you" I cheered. "I'll get the air for ya though." I rush to the stove and peak inside and see a large split buried in the back and another large split in front, the stove top approaching 400. Perfect!
She really, and I mean really, loves this stove.
I was feeling a little under the weather and was snuggled on the couch under my favorite blanket, a colorful, handwoven, cotton blanket, I picked up in Mexico over thirty years ago.
The wife and I were watching NCIS and I was kind of dozing in and out. At one point, the wife left the room and a few moments later she returned stating, "The stoves all set for the night." I just about laid an egg! She hates fire and I know she doesn't listen to me about things like using the stove. Even when she does, she always has her own way of doing things and of course it's always the wrong way.
Wide awake now and with an awful feeling of angst coming over me, I asked in my calmest voice, "You did?"
Looking over to the stove I see it's in full inferno mode; "Looks pretty hot."
"Don't worry dear, the by-pass is closed and I'll shut the primary down as soon as it hits 400."
"Good for you" I cheered. "I'll get the air for ya though." I rush to the stove and peak inside and see a large split buried in the back and another large split in front, the stove top approaching 400. Perfect!
She really, and I mean really, loves this stove.