Did I tell you about that time I was living a microwave-free lifestyle? Because that is happening. I mean, the living-without-a-microwave thing. Like, RIGHT NOW, right now.

We moved into a house with no small kitchen appliance to zap hot dogs for lunch, melt cheese over nachos and heat up pizza or Asian food IMMEDIATELY WHEN I AM HUNGRY. Also: no incredibly fluffy scrambled eggs. Shut up.
And we’re not buying one.
So far, I’m doing OK, what with AB wanting to use his manhood grill every single day. The boyfriend has pondered the varied ways of eating popcorn without a microwave. I cannot tell you how pleased I am to not be around THAT smell any time soon.
Regardless, that hasn’t stopped the final goal of being The Only Microwave-free Household in America. Besides: Hooray, Jiffy Pop is fun! And bonus: more counter space. Though, what when he is unavailable for my feedings is my biggest concern. I am left to a stove — a GAS-powered appliance, mind you — of which I am irrationally terrified.
How the hell do you heat up Pad Thai in the oven?
Oatmeal… um, can you even make oatmeal on the stove?
WHERE DO I PUT THE PIZZA BITES?!
I’m so screwed…
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