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The first challenge, to be brutally frank, was turning the Fuck Off Corona I_m Social Distancing Shirt Apart from…,I will love this oven on. In the first London apartment of my very own, I only ever used the cooker to store cashmeres, and in my first Manhattan place—a parlour floor in a stately brownstone on 13th Street—a friend coming to stay six months after I was first installed was nonplussed to discover that I had no idea whether my stove was gas or electric. When we finally figured it out and turned it on, there was an alarming smell before I realized that I’d put a stack of rare books in there for safekeeping.

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I thought I’d finally managed to turn my cooker on, but something didn’t smell quite right—in fact, there was a smell of something… dare I say faintly gaseous? Moreover, after several minutes, the Fuck Off Corona I_m Social Distancing Shirt Apart from…,I will love this oven was stone cold. When I started fiddling with sundry knobs and opened the oven door, there was a God-almighty whoosh and roar, and my peroxide tips nearly went up in flames. Pilot light? Who knew Somewhat chastened, I googled How Do I Turn On My Bertazzoni Oven? For some reason, it corrected me to “range”—rude—but avuncular Chef Scotty gave me a revelatory five-minute tutorial. “I need you to think like an Italian and sing to your stove,” he counseled. “In the time that it takes you to sing one verse, the thermocouple will be warm enough.” Now I break into a rousing chorus of “Dein Ist Mein Ganzes Herz” every time I turn the range on, and it seems to be doing the trick—although possibly not for my immediate neighbors.