Get electric!
Now she just sits over in the corner and watches me cook. Watches VERY closely, and asks if I'm going to burn all her cookware, and if I do I'll have to scrub the copper-bottom pan til it's pure again. Then she starts for the stove and says, "Oh, here let me do it" so then I relent and do it exactly the way she says, because I don't want us to all die in a flaming oxygenated fireball.
Yessiree bob, I think she's got it made... but I still wish she could make a Chicken Fried Steak again.
Wouldn't work the same. Do you know how long it took me to get used to an electric stove, after having learned to cook on gas?