Monday, September 14, 2009

A tale of a girl and her three microwaves

My first microwave was the size of a Tupperware container. It warmed many a wonderful thing for us. It helped Aunt Rachel make us toffee bars the weekend we found out we were expecting Elaina. Aunt Rachel had issues with its cooking abilities.

My second microwave was the size of a normal television. It could have held the first microwave and then more. It was old and as far as I know is still going strong. It was made very well.

My third microwave is just right. And boy, can that sucker heat! Time will tell how well it holds up.

I was and still am thankful for all three. They were all gifts and each played an important role in our household.




Sometimes the little things suddenly appear large.

5 comments:

Sir Spatula Flip-a-Lot said...

Our microwave is super sweet! I can't wait for you to come and visit so you can check it out.

elliebird said...

Microwaves scare me. I mean, come on. Think about even just the *name* itself.

Micro.
Wave.

That sounds just a little too much like something they would've done to an enemy in Star Trek or something. "Spok! Take this tribble to the micro wave deconstruction machine!

Gwendolyn said...

I really like this post. I understand it.

Gwendolyn said...

also...

You will be proud. I posted on Shades of Green. Woo woo!

rachel tsunami said...

I only had issues with the fact that it took that microwave 19 mintues to do what it took every other microwave 7 minutes to do. Other than that, the toffee bars were fantastic and made us all happy.

These are the kinds of sentiments I have about my dishwasher. I think i'll blog about it.

i am committed to going back to blogging.