A few weeks ago, Jean came over for dinner and gave the hairy eyeball to my stove, which I’m assuming has been here since 1978 when the house was built. At first I was confused because I thought it was pretty clean, and not just by my pathetically lenient standards.
“You know you can get new trim rings and drip pans” she said. What? Of course I don’t know that. Who the hell knows that? I didn’t even know those objects had names, although “trim ring and “drip pan seem pretty straightforward. If something has to be purchased at Lowes or Home Depot, I usually assume it’s going to have some kind of specialized and esoteric name that I will neither know nor be able to deduce. It wouldn’t surprise me if these things on my stove were called plattrens and cronnets.
Anyway, my 26-year old stove now has brand new decorative hardware “one of the odder gifts I’ve received, I must say”, and it does liven it up considerably. But now I have to worry about getting fingerprints on my shiny new cronnets. Err, trim rings.