Better Equipment

The day I received my Callaway clubs my golf game changed. Without modifying my swing in any way, I hit the ball longer and with more precision.

My handicap dropped.

And for as many years as I have been married I have not had the reputation of being a stellar baker. My cookies and brownies were always either too raw or granite-like. The only baked good I was ever able to master was an Aunt Jemima coffee cake which I baked in my countertop toaster-convection oven.

But after 22 years my gas range became un-repairable. And after intensive research and too many trips to too many appliance stores I purchased the cooking vessel of my dreams: 5 burners with a 3 rack convection oven.

And this past Saturday I prepared brownies exactly as I had for the last 22 years—except I baked them in my new convection oven.

They were perfect—moist yet flaky on top. They did not resemble my former brownie-bricks.

They looked exactly like the photo on the Ghiradelli box.

Because sometimes it is not the Indian, it’s the arrow. Sometimes the equipment completes the preparation. Sometimes a forgiving club compensates for a not so forgiving swing.

Which is why my new oven has a nickname—Big Bertha—after my favorite driver. This new oven will take me to the next level. She will allow me to go the distance and become a champion.