I prefer gas, and I've had gas stoves in this house and the old house.
Mom misses her electric stove and at best, I can see the virtues of a convection oven. So maybe someday there will be a dual fuel range, but now for a while. A long while.
We have had a few talks about replacing the oven that we have: the insulation is gone and it takes a long time for the oven to get up to the right temperature. The good thing is that in its current state, it provides added warmth in the kitchen and dining room.
This evening, Mom had asked when dinner was about to start whether she should leave the oven on. Dad wondered why she would do that? We explained that it would warm us up.
I assumed that she turned it off as Dad had scoffed at the answer.
Sometime during our meal, I noticed the oven door was open. I was about to say something, but then I noticed that the oven was on.
Clearly, this was by design.
After dinner was done, Dad noticed that the door was open and oven was on.
"Oh, is it?", I asked.
Mom and I chuckled over this.
I reminded her of a story when I lived in an older house. She and Dad had come to visit, and she decided to bake two Gugelhupf cakes. As she was unfamiliar with gas cooking, I told her that all she needed to do to start the oven was to turn the switch on.
When the cakes were done, she called out to ask how to turn off the oven?
I told her to switch the knob off, then open the oven door and blow.
I heard her do just that.
We both laugh about it now.
She thinks that it is payback for telling her 7 year old daughter that she would be the witch in the school play. There was no witch in the play, but the girl believed her mother and told the teacher all about it.
Mom got a call from a disturbed, but not competent teacher, sternly warning Mom that they had a problem.
Mom laughed harder at the teacher than at my gullibility.