My grandparents’ house

A gas hob on a wood-fired oven may be a wonderful combination, but there’s a reason for that.
In the 2nd World War, the wood-burning oven was a godsend and my grandmother didn’t want to give it up. When the gas hob made its appearance in the kitchen, my grandmother had a problem. There was no room for it. So she thought she put it on the woodoven.