So yesterday we built the base for the cob oven and today we started constructing the actual oven (I promise I’ll share pictures as soon as we’re finished). Let me just say, I hate the mood it has put me in. I am just generally PO’ed right now.
I’ll put in perspective… I am really good with clay and clay like materials. I took sculpting and pottery wheel classes for ten years and I have been teaching pottery wheel classes to middle school students 4-8 times a month for nine years now. I know my clay.
And yet this stupid cob oven leaves me dumbfounded. So much so that I’m doubting that it isn’t two words. Or at least hyphenated. If we hadn’t already put about $90 into this project, I would probably tip it over and call it even. But now I’ve invested too much time and money to give up.
I think if I had been able to find a tutorial, or something online, OR even taken a workshop on cob building, I would have been more successful in getting the right consistency of “cob”. It would have even been helpful for people who have done this using the “fire clay” powder in place of actual clay (we grow sand here.. no clay in the soil for a mile) had clarified the ratio. I tried the 2:1 ratio of sand to clay and it just didn’t feel right. Is a 2:1 ratio going by weight or volume? Because it turns out they are very different. 50 pounds of clay is twice the volume of 50 pounds of sand.
Maybe it will be better in the morning and I’ll feel good enough about the whole project to put on the second layer. Arg!
I’m off to pet baby rabbits to make myself feel better. Cuteness refill needed.