The hard way.
The really, really, really hard way.
I haven't figured out the hard way yet so that leaves me the other option.
This may shock and surprise many of my closest friends and family members, but I am not a stone mason. I have no idea what I am doing as I build this oven. You can watch all the Youtube tutorials you want, but ultimately, you are faced with a sea of rocks strewn across your backyard that you have to muscle into place.
|I am considering just leaving these as an environmental art installation. It will make mowing the back yard super exciting.|
After spending a couple days placing the rocks for the base of the oven, I had a terrible realization.
|The base layer is, as the name clearly implies, the base of the entire structure.|
|The back. Please note that Chicken is the job site supervisor.|
|Chicken does not approve.|
Because, as noted earlier, I am not a stone mason, I realized that I had some aesthetic and structural flaws in my first attempt. The stones had been placed and the interior had been filled with crushed tiles, bricks, and cinderblocks as fill.
And it just wasn't working for me.
So, very reluctantly, with an aching heart and back, I pulled the entire thing apart.
|This made me quite sad.|
|As a side note, that rock in the center weighs about as much as a dozen elephants. In tanks. Made of lead.|
I shoveled out all the Urbanite that I had used as fill and began the slow, laborious process of replacing the rocks.
Did I mention that I am not a stone mason?
|The New! Improved! Base 2.0.|