Seven thirty in the blessed AM and it’s already over 85 indoors.
After I covered the dough for its first rise I went outside to see if my inadequately-provisioned summer oven had survived the winter.
The original summer kitchen plan called for a nice roof and half-walls. Maybe next year. The reality, other more important projects competing, was a wire rack covered with a tarp. The cheap tarp wasn’t up to the task. It got smaller as the wind tore it apart, till finally I just bungeed a remnant around the oven. The remnant is pretty much not worth saving.
But it worked last year, and it seems to work this year. It remained mouse–free, and the propane hose and regulator are apparently in good shape. If it will maintain 350o, I can bake bread without baking myself. I’m going to find out before lighting the oven in the lair, that’s for sure.