Oh my gosh.  I hate my oven.  I loathe it.  I want it to die.  It’s already half-dead.

I’m making a pork loin roast.  I know damned well how to cook it.  350 degrees, 30 minutes per pound.  So imagine my surprise when I pulled my roast out of the oven and noticed that the top of it was STILL RAW.  The bottom was overcooked.

So now, half an hour after my side dishes (cheddar broccoli rice and sauteed green beans) were done, I’m still fucking with the roast.  I think another 15 minutes ought to do it.

There is no valid reason that this oven should suck so much.  It’s only three years old.

Gah.