About three weeks ago, my microwave died. True, it was over fifteen years old, but it didn't die a "natural death." It was murdered by an electric surge. *sniffle* Luckily, my other appliances survived -- the micro was the only casualty.
You never realize how much you use something until it's gone.
I never realized how my lazy-butt-self always makes big recipes that last for 3-4 days. And my freezer is filled with danishes my hubby gets free from work. And when my coffee goes cold -- it's a major problem!
I tried to use the stove to reheat things. The pasta broke into little pieces. The rice just burned to the bottom of the pan. I found that my oven has a grill thingy in the top of it -- but I also found that if you put danishes on a cookie sheet under that grilling thingy and forget about them, THEY CATCH ON FIRE!!
OK, Domestic Goddess I am not. In fact, when it comes to the kitchen, I'm more like Dennis the Menace.
But at long last, my sweet, wonderful micro is fixed, back home, and on its countertop!
** Huge sigh of relief! **
Has something ever broken in your house that caused you minor (or major) hysteria?
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