UnexcitingI do not have a microwave oven. I used to, a long time ago where there was a need in life for that sort of cookery, and a space in the kitchen to put the thing. I could fit one in the kitchen I have now with little trouble, but I don't really have the need for it. I've found that the things I heat or re-heat can be done in saucepans, or the oven; I would not really get a savings of time from a microwave. I have learned to spend those moments on other things. I do miss having one kicking around for re-heating the odd cup of tea, but I've found I can make do by adding more hot water, or just making another cup of tea.
There are lots of things I used to eat from microwaves. There were frozen things in big bags bought from the freezer isle of the grocery. Bags of fluffy popcorn, touched with salt and something that may have been butter, but likely not. There's a trick with Triscuits and cheese. I don't eat any of that stuff anymore, and don't really miss it. Most of it wasn't that good for me anyway.
So I clean things and peel them and lop them up, toss them with a bit of oil and salt, and then let them sit in the oven for an hour or more, losing moisture and gaining flavor, becoming crisp and sweet. It's better than anything I could get out of the microwave. It makes the house smell a whole lot better, too.
In the crate this time we got more lettuce (how do they do that?), some basil, but far more of the treasures of autumn: potatoes, beets, apples, onions, garlic. The oven begs to take them, and make them better. We did not get any tomatoes this time, but that's alright, too: the vines on the side of the house are in full end of season riot, shaking with fruit.
I consider it further strike against the microwave that it would introduce another damn clock into the kitchen, to cast eerie green glow around the place when the last light is off. I would be compelled to set it, and then again when the power took leave.
The kettle is on the stove. I should get a better kettle. One without a clock.
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