Kat and I were watching “Good Eats” the other night, and as Alton slid a dish into a nice toasty warm 350-degree oven, I suddenly sat bolt upright.
“Hey, that’s our oven!” I blurted out.
Kat and I (okay, mostly Kat) recently decided that enough was enough, and that our old oven had to go. It was a Jenn-Air that came with the house, and frankly, it was either not very good in the first place or else had just been beat all to hell. Cramped, dark, and uncalibrated—and with an unreadably worn set of control dials to boot—it was time for the warhorse to go.
After a good deal of research, Kat settled on a GE JK955 electric double oven, which we were relieved to find fit almost exactly into the space where the old oven was, once we removed a couple of drawers. It’s got all kinds of toys and features that would send any food-porn addict straight into overdrive, including a built-in probe thermometer. It even has a nice warm proofing function, which is one of the reasons Kat picked it.
There is one thing about it that cracks me right up, and that’s the Sabbath mode. Seriously. When you put it into Sabbath mode (the display reads “SAb bATh” when you do so), it will help you observe Orthodox Jewish law as regards the Sabbath. Really! See, you’re not allowed to do any work on the Sabbath, which includes things like turning lights on and off. Ovens fall under that restriction as well, which makes cooking dinner a bit tough. However—and here’s the funky part—you get off the hook if you don’t directly cause the work to occur. If the work happens indirectly, then you’re okay.
So when the oven is in Sabbath mode, you input the temperature and cook time you want. Then you press start, and for a random amount of time that ranges from 30 seconds to a minute, nothing happens. Then the oven kicks on. Ta-daaa! Indirect action! Sure, you pressed all those buttons, but the random time delay is enough to get around your religion’s restrictions on Sabbath work. It’s all, pardon the term, kosher. Check out the Wired article about the man responsible for Sabbath mode, if you don’t believe me.
I’m still trying to decide if this letter-of-the-law approach lessens my respect for Orthodox Jews’ conception of religion, or if I have more respect for their pragmatic willingness to hack the problem. I think it’s the latter. Apparently there’s still no progress on a molecular screen that will prevent the insertion of porcine products into the oven, so I guess some things are still up to the individual.
So not only do we have a frum oven, but without realizing it we had settled on the same model that A.B. himself uses, which is about as weighty an endorsement as we can imagine. (Of course, his is the larger unit, but that’s okay—ours fills its space very nicely, thank you.) The degree to which this makes us feel all smug and superior is probably cause for alarm. If you hear our friends are getting ready to stage an intervention, well, that’s probably why.