My baking stone experience has filled me with bitterness.
I bought one in April, and was delighted with it. In my paltry home oven, I made wonderful thin-crust pizzas, great breads, all sorts of yummy delicacies. I followed the enclosed directions to the letter, and treated it with the loving care I'd lavish on my children, had I any.
Then, one fine day a few weeks ago, I was baking a pizza (caramelised onion, sage and mushroom with a tofu aioli sauce) and a loud PING came from the oven. On investigation, we found that the stone had cracked into two neat halves, the curve of the crack following the outline of the pizza.
I took it back to the store.
"Oh," they said, "that often happens. Uneven heating in the ovens. We warn all our purchasers" (they hadn't) "and we can't take it back; if we took back everything that customers broke, where would we be? Of course, some people have no problems with them, use them for years. But if you buy another, we can't guarantee it won't happen again."
I protested that I'd followed instructions to the letter, that I hadn't been warned, that if they knew a product was flawed, why the **** were they selling it, and if the stone functioned only in some ovens, there should be a note to that effect in the Official Literature, and there wasn't.
All to no avail. They are out one customer, and I am out thirty-five dollars (plus tax).
I am thinking of trying again, with quarry tiles this time. I truly did love my baking stone, through our short relationship, even though it ended in such a nasty breakup.