I did mess up and buy those microwavable mashed potatoes to serve with left-over pot roast because I knew we wouldn’t have any left-over potatoes. Oops. I could probably transfer them into a pot to heat if they expire before we get a new microwave. That reminds me… The main probably with not having a microwave is more washing dishes by hand. You see, when I cook veggies or melt cheese in the microwave, I use my Pyrex bowls. Those fit in our dishwasher just fine, but I don’t like putting our pots and pans in the dishwasher. Most dinners this week required three to four pots to wash when I would have gotten away with just one or two if I had my microwave. Oh well.
Also, most Friday nights my husband and boys like to watch a movie together, and we pop pop corn in the microwave for those occasions. For the last two weekends, they’ve had to go without, so I bought some Jiffy Pop. Remember that? When I explained it to Chase, he said, “Mom, I’m going to write a book called Little House in the Suburbs. He seriously thinks life without a microwave is a hardship! Ha! As they were watching X-Men for the bajillionth time, I offered to make them pop corn. The boys eagerly hopped up to watch it. Then sat down after five minutes of nothing. I don’t remember it taking so long as a kid and told them they wouldn’t have survived in the 70s.
Finally, after my husband turned up the heat higher than it instructed, we heard a few kernels pop, so the boys hopped back up to watch. While impressed by the growing aluminum ball, they still questioned whether it would taste okay. It did! Thankfully, it didn’t need any butter because I didn’t feel like scrubbing out our small saucepan that I used to melt cheese in for dinner. The Jiffy Pop experience was great though. We’ve realized that life today must move at a faster pace and require less physical activity than 30 years ago. Shaking that pan quickly for eight minutes was a good little arm workout!