How did we manage before microwave ovens? My kids can’t
remember a time without one, but I can. I was a teenager when mother and daddy
bought one; the first microwave on our block. It was a simple affair. A dial
like a kitchen timer turned it on; no buttons for “popcorn” or “defrost.” The
first thing we put in it was a cinnamon roll. We weren’t sure how long it would
take, but it was reduced to charcoal in no time. Our latest microwave died
Monday, as I was trying to steam fresh cauliflower. We’ve had it nearly a
decade. That’s pretty good for a microwave, as they last an average of seven
years. We bought a replacement Tuesday, but it won’t be installed for a few
more days. Meanwhile I’m rethinking how I cook everything from vegetables to
the hot water in my cocoa mix. It’s just a good thing I’m so flexible.
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