Returning to the 1950’s…
I find it funny that while making dinner last night, our microwave broke. Seriously. Just a loud “buzz” for a good thirty seconds then blank. I went and I flipped the breaker and still nothing. Nothing at all. So to the oven it was with the spaghetti squash. Thankfully, the first one was done because it took 40-50 minutes to cook that sucker rather than the usual 20ish minutes.
And it made me really think about the food that was left to cook this weekend: some chicken, breakfast this morning, few quick meals, soups, etc. How honestly did we really think or live before we had the wonderful micro-radiation devices that we modernly cook in? Think about how simple it is to heat that Chef Boyardee or to nuke some ramen. Now, double that time on the stove, or maybe some more. You have to build the heat up before you can use it there. No instant gratification. If you’re not hungry, you need to start making food before you get hungry. It’s crazy, insane, human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together - mass hysteria, end of the world!
Or not.
Its a bit interesting to think about, though. And sadly, not something that can be fixed before Tuesday. Three day weekends are great for everything relaxing, except for fixing microwaves and other apartment maintenance.
It adds four minutes to my cook time of my mini ravioli! Oh woe!
And for anyone wondering about our kids as I posted in the last entry? They’re doing great. They’re very much relaxing, but personality-wise all calmed down and slowly getting back to normal… We all are. It’s just what the weekends are for: relaxing and getting back to normal.
