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It is what they replaced for free last year when my oven stopped working. Apparently the piece had been recalled at that point. I had to purchase the new one and pay for the service this time.

Wouldn’t you know that the repair fellow came in, pushed bake, pushed start and babababoom the gas kicked in, the spark clicked, the oven turned on.

Phhlllttttt. Its like the drier.

This repair fellow, though, believed me and thinks this piece is at fault. Apparently they keep adding more and bigger holes (the gas passes out of all those little dots you see), as this one has bigger holes than the last one and the last one had more holes than the one it replaced. It seems that this particular piece of equipment warps after experiencing heat and the sparker bends away from the gas (nice feature for a gas oven, huh — a key element that warps when heated?!?!). He tells me this type of spark starting oven is unusual, most start via radiant coils.

He gave me the above piece and said I could go shoot at it in the yard or something. That was better than the last guy who repaired the oven and gave me the previous piece so that I could show it to my husband and prove the work was done.

Ahem.

I didn’t bother to correct him, it didn’t seem worth the hassle and good heavens, given his clear opinions on my place in the family, I can only imagine how our conversation would have gone if I’d explained the whole working, single, adoptive mother thing.

Today’s repair fellow seemed a little bit more modern.

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