Your Oven

Oh, an oven! We have one of those. It cooks things. With gas and magical blue flames somewhere. Occasionally, I get the chore of stuffing some frozen fish or chicken wings in there while my parents are at work. Whenever the thing doesn't actually start up, I get really freaked out, turn off the burner and walk away for a good few minutes before attempting again.

As you can tell I don't really know too much about it, because I haven't really had the opportunity or desire to cook all that much yet. When I move into an apartment with 11 other friends next year, I'll probably get some more experience cooking. I'm suspecting they would have electric ovens for some reason.

Jam it back in, in the dark.