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I completely love FoodBabe, for being the food zealot I aspire to be. She does the research so you don't have to..although we should all really be doing it anyway. Care much? Yeah, I just don't want to be told to put the potato chips down and back away slowly. But it's a very needed dose of reality.
Anyway, the microwave.
I've always wondered about them and their seemingly-magical powers, and somewhere in the back of my mind didn't feel wholly okay about doing whatever-that-is to my food. But, I was pretty happy to ignore the fact in favor of its super speedy easy cookiness, and the fact that I never had to take things out of their containers to heat and eat them. (read: no dishes!! yay!)
Well, no more.
Several more articles confirmed with just a cursory glance that what I've been ignoring really isn't okay...here are just a few here, here and here. To be fair, there are quite a few other sources stating the opposite viewpoint; if you want reassurance, it can definitely be found in the "everyone's doing it!" and "it wouldn't be legal if it wasn't safe" varieties. But I'm of the opinion that a lot can be determined by conducting your own experiment of one, and in pursuit of the best quality of life possible I find most of these experiments are worth undertaking. So I've been undertaking this one. Why this, why now? Because in thinking about it this is what I noticed...
Growing up, we had two microwaves in the kitchen. <-- That's how much we used them. When my parents remodeled, they actually took out one of the two ovens and replaced it with a microwave, because we were so often lining up behind each other to nuke something. (All we used the lonely oven for was keeping our microscopic pet turtles where the cats couldn't reach them. Not a crucial appliance.) Once I hit my teens and started eating us out of house and home, I started snacking endlessly on frozen side dishes (the baked ziti was my favorite, I could eat four of those a day)- four minutes in the microwave and I had food! As I got older, moved out, started working in restaurants, the percentage of my meals that I microwaved went from 'someone still cooks for me every day' to 'it's either frozen or left over, either way- nuke it!'. In my adult life, as I tried to become more responsible, I've made the effort to make food at home when I can; but until I gave it some thought, I didn't realize how often that meant "cooking"- in the microwave.
These days, with our insane schedule and five different palates at home, we eat out a lot. Like, at least every day. Like, I can't remember the last time I went a whole day and *didn't* have at least one meal out of a restaurant. Setting aside the unknown amount of microwave use in the restaurant's kitchen, one thing is certain: if there are leftovers, I'm taking them home for another convenient meal tomorrow. Which means only one thing:
Lately we've become somewhat more budget-conscious and are trying to eat out less, and I've made it a resolution to learn to real-cook a tiny bit myself (read: I learned how to turn the stove on), trying to cram it into my schedule somewhere so it can become at least familiar, and then a habit. I've been trying to work up from cooking once a month to once a week(ish), with once a day a scary and remote eventual possibility...but since reading about these articles and having it on my mind, I'm starting to notice when I cook, just how often I need to thaw or warm ingredients as I go...
...and, because I can't do it very often, my favorite thing to do is make huge batches of whatever I'm trying, and eat them for a week afterward. Which means, of course-
I also like to drink tea-
And my cookies from the bakery come frozen-
And the kids want bagels-
Even, the berries for the smoothie are all frozen together and the blender won't chew them unless-
|YOU. ARE. MINE!!|
And so I say unto you: Holy Fucking Shit.
Microwave, how can I quit you??
And so, I taped it shut. I wanted to grab a wrench and unmount the thing and throw it away, but it's heavy and idk how I would fill the hole and tape is easier and funnier.
Plus, I'm not the only one who lives here and nT is convinced nothing is wrong with anything, ever. That's okay. (If the rest of the world was irradiating themselves off a bridge, would you too?? No, not today anyway!) So for now it stays, but that tape is truly essential, because just in the first few days I must have reached for that door fifty times. I even reached for it, thought "oh, no I can't use the microwave I'll have to find something else", turned around once looking and then thought, "oh yeah, I can just use the microw-- *fuck*." That's how omnipresent this damn machine is for me.
|It's no use trying to get away, they have mad survival skills.|
I'll let you know how it goes.