Sorry for my extended absence. I have been in the process of moving, and you know how that is.
The good news is that I am the proud owner....er renter....of a genuine 1940's O'Keefe and Merritt stove with the griddle in the middle.
It looks like this:
Except not quite that clean or shiny.
It also has the added little problem of having no door springs so baking takes, oh, twice as long. But the Good Landlord promised to fix that soon. I hope so. It is Christmas cookie season!
In any case, I am delighted to have the same stove we had when I was a kid right in my own kitchen. Now I can do like my dad did - come home from work, prop the stove door open, warm my feet with the pilot light and eat saltines and cheese and pieces of oily smoked bonito fish sliced off with my pocket knife. Maybe I won't actually do it - but that stove sure brings back those good memories.