“You’re gonna love my stove!”


Our friend was leaning into our car window, grinning from ear to ear.  Just a week earlier he was the winning bidder for a dinner that my wife and I donated as a fundraiser for our church.  His mind was racing with the expectation of a memorable meal and Amy and I were excited as well.  We really like this guy; he’s a good person, very clever, successful in business and a dedicated family man.  As we bid goodbye, he stopped me and dropped this bomb on us.

“Oh and John, you’re gonna love my stove, it’s an AGA.”

I’m sure the look on my face startled him.  He might as well have said “You’re gonna love my chigger collection!”

In that brief moment I questioned everything I knew about this person.  Maybe he wasn’t such a wonderful guy after all because who in their right mind would own an AGA?  If you’re not familiar with this oven, let me enlighten you.  Many generations ago, the Scots along the North Sea coast decided that if they combined a furnace with an oven then they would have the best of both worlds; an oven that never shut off and would heat the whole house.  If you know anything of the North Sea, you can understand why someone living nearby would appreciate year-round warmth.

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Can’t wait to get home boys. The Missus will have the AGA cranked up!

And since there’s so much salt in the air, that oven/furnace better be made of only the heartiest of materials: cast-iron with an enamel finish.  Over the years, that furnace slowly evolved into the AGA cooker; and when I say slowly, I mean it.  The first time I cooked on one of these I must admit that I was excited yet it was on the same level of excitement that say, Michael Andretti would have over the prospect of driving across town in a Citroen 2CV.


Let’s go find a Segway to race for pink slips!

I guess the word excited is an exaggeration, let’s say my historical curiosity was piqued.  Whenever I cater at a private residence, I usually bring a few “chef stoves” with me.  These are individual propane stove tops powered by a single propane canister; they can handle one big pot or a sauté pan.  They’re great to have on hand in case you run out of room on the traditional stove.  As luck would have it, my first encounter with an AGA found me without any chef stoves and a big pot of water to boil.  Damn.  You see AGA’s don’t have actual flames.  The heat source (I think it’s coal-fired) is embedded in yards of iron and the burners (let’s call them warmers) don’t generate enough BTU’s to melt butter, much less boil water.  We placed the steel pot of warm water on the *burner* then waited—and waited.  Eventually we gave up, lit the outdoor grill and boiled our water on that.  Honestly I thought the lid to the *burner* was the hottest part of the oven but you can’t actually use the lid.  First of all it weighs close to 90 pounds so if you’re not prepared, you could easily drop the lid on your simmering water and (lightly) scald everyone in the kitchen.  Second, the lid is convex so you can’t actually place anything on top of the lid unless it slide off.
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And then there’s the ovens.  The models I’m familiar with have four to five doors and each has a different temperature with no way to adjust the oven’s temperature.  That’s right, there’s no turning down the oven.  You have to open one creaking metal door, remove your baking pan then noisily slide it into one of the other ovens.  And the sound that even the smoothest of bake-ware makes as it screeches across that cast iron interior is nails on chalkboard excruciating.  Want to move the roasted chicken into the holding oven?  “Ssscrrreeeeee!”  And to top it off, these dang things must weigh several thousand pounds.  The freight charges alone must make up half their sales price.  And how on earth do they get installed in one’s home?


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“Beep, Beep, Beep! Where ya want the oven Mrs. Malik?”


And so it is with a heavy heart that I dread my visit to my friend’s house.  I marked it on the calendar and I’m counting the days as if I were headed to the dental surgeon for a narcotic-free root canal.  And I thought I knew this guy…

  • shaunda wenger
    Posted at 00:58h, 11 June Reply

    LOL. With Norwegian roots, I can appreciate the warmth of a good hot stove…. the last time I used one of these was in a cabin in Rocky Mt. National Park when I worked there doing research many years ago…. and to think I had thought it was the chicken that brought that black bear running to my cabin that night…. now I realize, it very well could have been the heat. : )
    as always, thanks for a great post.

    have fun cooking!

    Slow Stir

    • ChefJohn
      Posted at 22:12h, 12 June Reply

      Thank you Shaunda.

  • Jenni
    Posted at 08:19h, 11 June Reply

    They are lovely. But I guess that’s as far as the appeal goes, huh?! Good luck, John! Somehow, I’m sure you will prevail, but you might want to bring ear plugs. And 14 burners. lol

    • ChefJohn
      Posted at 22:11h, 12 June Reply

      Thanks Chef 😉

  • Katherine
    Posted at 09:18h, 11 June Reply

    I had no idea the Scots invented the AGA! But then, we invented everything. 😉 Good luck with the dinner–I’m sure it’ll be amazing even with the cranky stove.

    • ChefJohn
      Posted at 22:11h, 12 June Reply

      Thank you katherine 😉

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