A big gaping hole.
Courtesy of oven removal due to a failed heating element discovered while baking French fries a week or so before Christmas. And since the oven was at least 25 years old -- maybe 50 -- I can't say that the old girl owed us anything.
I should have taken a picture of the big gaping hole, but apparently there is also a dearth of on-the-ball photographers around here.
I tell you this because today, I am inordinately pleased.