With little more than scrap supplies, you can have a stove-top oven!
PHOTO: GORDON SOLBERG
When we first moved to our ranch out here in Now Mexico, we
were so poor that we couldn't even afford a stove with an
oven. Oh, we had a stove all right ... a good old upright,
wood-burning model. And, with a roaring fire inside, its
top was fine for frying and great for boiling ... anything
that could be fried or boiled. But for baking breed, the
Ashley was zilch. And after more than a year of nothing but
skillet-broad, I finally got smart.
"After all," I asked myself one day, "what is an oven
anyway but an insulated container in which air can be
"Why, nothing." I answered. "in fact, if you take away such
technological frills as automatic buzzers, built-in
thermometers, and self-cleaning cycles . . . that's
all that it is!"
Once I found that I agreed on the matter, the rest was
easy. So easy that, an hour later, I'd already built and
was ready to test our now oven. Not a very fancy one, to be
sure ... but an oven nevertheless. And what it lacks in
"pretty", it more than makes up in economy (since about the
only money I spent while fabricating our admittedly homely
"baking box" was for the few cents' worth of gasoline I
used while scrounging up the little beauty's materials).
The oven's body is a five-gallon shortening can, which we
picked up free at a friendly hamburger stand. I sawed off
one end of the container with a hacksaw, then reattached it
with a couple of spring hinges and a few sheet metal
screws. Voila! The spring-loaded hinges always close the
door automatically ... thereby eliminating the need for
even the simplest latch.
I next drove over to the county dump and, after just a few
minutes of scrounging, found exactly what I needed to
insulate the bake box: a large sheet of one-inch-thick
fiberglass, complete with fail facing land absolutely free
for the taking).
Within minutes of my arrival back home, I had cut the
insulation to fit around the top and sides (but not the
bottom!) of the can (my only tool: scissors) and secured
the fiberglass in place (foil side in) with a few odd
pieces of wire that I had around the place. We were ready
for some home baked bread!
The oven is "turned on" merely by setting it on top of our
old Ashley space heater at any time the stove contains a
live fire. And does that insulated box ever heat up! We
burned a lot of bread in it until we learned to keep the
blaze low in the Ashley and to slip large enough
metal supports in under the container to keep its bottom
raised about a half-inch above the stove's top. Now, with a
little careful watching (about the same amount that the
oven on any wood-burner requires), we can turn out perfect
baked goods nearly every time.
We use the little homemade oven the heaviest during the
winter . . when we have our strongest hankerin' for heavier
victuals, and when the ole Ashley is fired up anyway. (We
just lean back and warm our toes and bake biscuits at the
Folks who drop by generally like the elegantly rustic
simplicity of our do-it- yourself bake box. And we like the
fact that, after a solid year of almost daily use, we
haven't had the first piece of chrome fall off the
"appliance" . . . nor has a single thyristor circuit
shorted out in any of its temperature minder controls (us)!