Small but mighty


I guess I should be showing you my pretty new Lacanche cooker. Two ovens, built – in grille. It’s nice. The thing is, for me this is the exciting bit. This is where my electrician has spent the day, laying on the stone floor, getting this puppy wired.

We don’t have natural gas here and I didn’t want to hassle with propane refills, so I opted for an induction cooktop. No electricity,  no dinner. As you can see, I now have electricity to my stove.

The end of this endless project is near.

22 Replies to “Small but mighty”

  1. what’s for dinner – what was the first meal you cooked on the new Lacanche?


    1. Gerard, I just got it wired in! Let the guys push it against the wall, maybe install the stainless steel back and the range hood. Then we’ll talk about dinner. My first dish will likely be the morning oatmeal.

    1. Well, yes. Every time my contractor tells me he’s all but done, I think about my so far nonexistent kitchen. Stove today, frig tomorrow. The bathrooms work and now the kitchen is coming together, too.

    1. Me, too. I got used to it in about two days. I am surprised that I don’t miss gas, as I loved that, too, the comforting little flame, the slight frisson when you notice a leak, all that. Oh, well.

    1. So far it hasn’t been too bad. A backup camp stove or grill is not a bad idea, though. We have an old oven in the barn. I bet I could rig that up for emergency service.

    1. I love induction. It is as responsive as gas. You have to adjust to thinking about numbers instead of looking at a flame but that doesn’t take long. I am more concerned about the grill. Without all that nice, carcinogenic char on the outside, will my food taste as good?

    1. Sanity is your friend. Funny, when I had gas, I loved it. Now that I am used to induction, I think of fire hazards. Maybe that’s life in France. So many things go wrong and are so much harder to set right that you become more cautious. In the States, things work. If they don’t, they are easy to fix. Of course if Trump makes it to the White House, I’ll take back that statement…

      1. Sanity and I had an on-off relationship in my youth; these days I thought we were pretty much best buddies, but right now I am teetering.

        Maybe I will be back to “normal” next week…..

        I agree re the fire hazard thing though.Suddenly cooking on gas seems une folie; akin to going back to the open fire we apparently had in the workshop when it was the primitive kitchen.

        1. Teeter on over here any time. I’ll tell you about my life 40 years ago, when my sanity was kindly returned to me via the low-cost clinic at the local Jung Institute. It was great because they don’t care about normality. If you can manage your own brand of craziness, they figure you are good to go.

          1. I generally can; I am surprised how this damn Brexit thing had unhinged me temporarily.
            I usually manage my personal craziness very well these days.
            Maybe because I have never had the benefit of psychiatric “help”; though lord knows I wouldn’t inflict the contents of my head on anybody else

          2. You wouldn’t? Who writes your blog?

            I stay away from shrinks, these days. I just go with the weirdness. It’s much more fun. I have to admit, though, that very much needed couple of years of sane input is what has made that enjoyment possible.

            Not advising, just saying. I was barely out of my teens. by now I have developed a lot of personal history and many points of reference. What worked for me then might not be much help now.

          3. Yes, the best, cathartic, even, sometimes. Take a break if you like — I personally think the Thursday Three is a fabulous FU gesture, but it’s your call — but stay with us.

  2. We have induction in our gite, safer; but I still prefer gas in our own house! We also had induction when we lived in Florida for four years, but still I am back to being a fan of gas, I am afraid I was not converted!!!

  3. I had two stoves in my farmhouse – the one an Aga called Agatha who proved to be the fifth oldest fully functioning aga in Britain and the other a lacanche which we called Henri. When Agatha had a bad hair day (which was often – she was built and installed in 1932) Henri was always like the perfect maitre D …. quietly on hand, never intrusive. I loved him. Now I have an induction hob in my French appartement and it has been life changing – SO controllable. I do have a camping stove in the cupboard in case of long power cuts but I have never had to resort to any more than boiling a kettle on it 🙂

    1. Henri. I like it. I’m not one to name cars. I may not name the house. But I live in my kitchen. Maybe it’s time to name the stove — or maybe the frig. Or both. Each in its own way is pretty nice. We shall see.

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