Sometimes my brother refers to my home as "Little House on the Prairie" and I realize it's for reasons like this: until a few weeks ago, we didn't have a microwave. When we moved in, there was a big empty box hanging on the wall among the kitchen cabinets that had once contained one, but no actual microwave. We had splurged on a fancy schmancy toaster oven with Williams Sonoma gift cards after our wedding, so we utilized the toaster oven for all of our food-heating purposes and turned the microwave space into a pet food zone:
Jesse and I thought it was quaint and old timey (and I'm sure we were somewhat holier-than-thou about our microwave-less life). "Food tastes better when it's heated slowly" and "Microwaves make things too mushy and chewy." Etcetera etcetera etcetera. Family members and guests were not nearly as enchanted with this lifestyle choice. In my father's words, "It took me an hour to heat up a damn burrito."
But as our life as a twosome with plenty of time to heat food wound down, we realized it might be time to consider a quicker food heating solution. Luckily, my sister found a new, still boxed microwave in her bedroom closet at my parents' house (???) and my mom brought it up for us to use. I transferred the pet food to the pantry and hooked up our teeny little microwave and anchored it with a few of my favorite cookbooks:
|Jazz hands, or possibly a nervous wave at the microwave. Not sure what this is all about.|
So far, we're only using the microwave here and there and although it's been a real lifesaver when needed, I still maintain that leftover pizza tastes better when reheated in the toaster oven. Anybody else living the good life without a microwave? Or is it just weird that we made it almost two years without one?