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Yesterday was a defining moment in my life. (A day is not a moment, of course, but in the grand scheme of things, such matters can be safely ignored.)
Yesterday, I say, was one of those days when life takes a turn, for better or for worse, nobody knows, but all that’s certain is that life has changed, inevitably and indefinably, and things are never going to be the same again.
What – you want to know – happened? I’ll tell you. We got a microwave.
Yes, at the ripe old age of 32, I am finally the proud possessor of this sophisticated piece of technology that can take a cup of water from room temperature to explosion in just 60 seconds flat! (Not to mention what it can do to egg yolks.)
Ok, I haven’t tried out either of those scenarios yet – but it’s early days. Besides, I wouldn’t want to waste my creativity testing out a known bug. I’m determined to create some entirely new, undocumented explosions in my kitchen. Let’s see what happens when you stuff one week old dal into it: I suspect even the microwave might revolt at that (I would).
But meanwhile, great excitement awaits me. Just think, I can now defrost frozen veg and non-veg in a matter of minutes, instead of dumping them in a bucket of water 24 hours in advance. I can heat up leftovers without having to turn on the gas! I can eat sausages without frying!! I can bake cake in 7 minutes. I can even warm up ice cream if I want to.
The flip side is that my trusted old OTG (Over Toaster Grill) has been retired to the floor, with its face to the wall, upstaged by the shiny new stainless steel mikrowelle. Amit wants to get rid of it and I don’t. It has been a loyal friend and has turned out many, many good, underdone, or charred cakes over the years. A constant companion in good times, one might say. Such a noble object should not be reduced to a place on the floor, with its face to the wall!
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