Somehow we ended up with not one, but TWO, GE electric roaster ovens. ABM swears that each of our mothers gave us one for Christmas one year, but I didn't realize we even had them until M's Sweet 16 party when we were looking for something to keep the meatballs and chicken wings warm. Furthermore, I didn't know that such a gadget existed. I'm glad I know about it now, though, because my stupid oven is on the fritz again.
So far this electric roaster is great. I've used it to make a whole chicken, barbecued chicken legs, and cornbread. It has temperature settings just like a normal oven (none of this high/low stuff) and most of my baking pans fit inside of it. ABM hates to see appliances sitting on the counter, but I don't care. If we aren't going to pay to get the oven serviced, then I want to be able to cook like a normal person. I'm tired of trying to adapt everything to the stovetop or the crockpot.
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