Just finished making dinner (which we shopped for at la Grande Epicerie and ran into one of the few people we actually know in Paris, small world). It was roast chicken, and involved using the oven for the first time since repairman Erik came to the rescue.
Erik couldn't relax until the oven was turned off. Every time the red light would turn off because the correct temperature had been reached, he would freak out. He also spent a large amount of time 'fanning' the oven with his hand to keep it cool.
I hope he worked up an appetite!
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