Chronology of a disaster
7:30 p.m. An impulse buy at Target results in a devious desire to use both ovens on the '56 Frigidaire.
8:00 p.m. Both ovens reach preheat target temps. The smaller oven, always hotter (but dicier when baking, due to its nonfunctional broil element, which I haven't sorted out), overshoots by 25 degrees, so I throttle the temp back. The larger oven, generally known as "Old Faithful," receives a batch of cookies sans-adjustment. (Broil and bake elements both work in the big oven.)
The bag says to bake for 8-13 minutes. I dial-up 10 on the Robertshaw.
8:07 p.m. A mixed olfactory message, consisting of warm cookies and smoke greets me in the bedroom. I dart into the kitchen just as the timer goes off, and pull one set of cookies from the small oven--perfectly fine, if a little pasty due to the missing broiler sun-tan effect. From the big oven, I get a blast of smoke enough to make my eyes water and close, and I get this:
Cookies--perfect on the top, and blackened on the bottom. 60% of my haul is headed for the trash can.
David inquires whether or not the cookies can be salvaged for dunking in coffee. I reply that, sadly, this would not appear to be the case, even for very poor-quality coffee brewed very strongly.
Conclusion
Damn it all to hell, how do you calibrate the knobs on these stupid Frigidaires? The GE I had used a wonderful slider on the back of the temp knob that was a no-brainer to adjust. I have not been able to figure these out.

7:30 p.m. An impulse buy at Target results in a devious desire to use both ovens on the '56 Frigidaire.
8:00 p.m. Both ovens reach preheat target temps. The smaller oven, always hotter (but dicier when baking, due to its nonfunctional broil element, which I haven't sorted out), overshoots by 25 degrees, so I throttle the temp back. The larger oven, generally known as "Old Faithful," receives a batch of cookies sans-adjustment. (Broil and bake elements both work in the big oven.)
The bag says to bake for 8-13 minutes. I dial-up 10 on the Robertshaw.
8:07 p.m. A mixed olfactory message, consisting of warm cookies and smoke greets me in the bedroom. I dart into the kitchen just as the timer goes off, and pull one set of cookies from the small oven--perfectly fine, if a little pasty due to the missing broiler sun-tan effect. From the big oven, I get a blast of smoke enough to make my eyes water and close, and I get this:
Cookies--perfect on the top, and blackened on the bottom. 60% of my haul is headed for the trash can.
David inquires whether or not the cookies can be salvaged for dunking in coffee. I reply that, sadly, this would not appear to be the case, even for very poor-quality coffee brewed very strongly.
Conclusion
Damn it all to hell, how do you calibrate the knobs on these stupid Frigidaires? The GE I had used a wonderful slider on the back of the temp knob that was a no-brainer to adjust. I have not been able to figure these out.
