My entire life, I have cooked on electric stoves. Back when we had a gas stove, I was too young to see over the edge. By the time I was old enough to even see the range, we’d moved into a house with an antique electric stove; from then on, all electric stoves. The kitchen I used in London had an electric stove.
So, first night of actual cooking, I keep it simple: pasta. For all my anti-domestic ways, I cannot screw pasta up. It is my saving grace.
Folks, I almost burned the damn water. This gas thing is intense.