Seriously, I know it is probably pretty sad, but last week after 5 1/2 years of marriage we bought ourselves a microwave.
This has opened up a whole world of possibilities. Frozen pizzas, tv dinners, those .99 frozen burritos. Life is good.
As the pace of life has picked up with work and with Ellie, we realize that it is not always possible to have freshly cooked meals. We’ve started Saturday night BBQs on the gas grill, now I am just trying to convince Lindsay for “hungryman dinner Tuesday.”
I never really grew up with a microwave either, we had one of those old microwave ovens that you threw a latch and it would transform from an oven to a microwave, the problem was it never would heat food well, so all I remember is half-frozen dinners. When I was six, however, my parents did have a microwave but it was in the playroom in the basement, which inevitably meant that it became caked with melted GI Joe men.