If you are a renter, you have little control over your stove situation. In my case, the apartment that fit our rent, location, and availability needs when we moved to the Bay Area four years ago came with a gray-and-white speckled, smooth-topped electric stove. It was the stove of my non-dreams. But what’s a renter to do? I grinned (with an inward grimace) and bore it.
But I’ll also say this: I’m a better cook because of this time with an electric stove. While I won’t be at all sad to say goodbye when I move next month, I feel surprisingly grateful for the lessons it has taught me.