It's been a week since my microwave went up in smoke, and we finally have a new one. It's been a bumpy week. Yesterday I wanted to make Billy a sweet potato for him to have with his dinner. This takes 6 minutes in the microwave, which I didn't have. So, I stuck it in the oven ahead of dinner. (Yes, I actually planned that- go me). I gave it 40 minutes. Well, that lil ole potato that would take 6 minutes in a microwave took 2.5 hours in the oven to cook. Needless to say, Billy didn't get to eat that potato for dinner.
Daddy and I had leftovers. I had to heat them in the oven, which took 20 minutes. It would have taken 1 minute per dish in the microwave.
Seriously, thank God for microwaves. What would I do without them? And now I have a shiny new one with more wattage than a small city. I would have settled for a non-shiny one with 1/4 of the power, but Daddy has the Tim Allen theory on all things electronic.
So, it's official. I'm back in the modern kitchen. Yay! And that concludes the microwave saga.