MicroRave.

My first recollections of the Microwave oven date to the late 70’s when the rather well-off family up the road had this enormous device built in the style of an American station wagon (complete with faux teak wood panels & large chrome clutch handle), the only other detail I recall is that the pet rabbit’s food was heated before being dispensed (go figure).

I don’t really like the idea of heating my food by any way other than good ol fashioned convection, but since I have inherited an oven, I have discovered the beauty of the technology. Resurrecting neglected cups of coffee in a flash is doubly-thrifty, for one old cuppas don’t get thrown away & two, one saves the expense & agg. of creating a new pot. Splendid, I now feel rather pious & green. I do like the idea of microwave cooking being very efficient, all the energy goes to heating the food, not the container. So whilst it may not be suited to all kinds of cooking it is a valuable option to have at one’s disposal. Being as I am a bachelor, the beauty is to cook up big nourishing hot pots to eat on the day, but make enough to squirrel portions to the freezer, so one can blunder in at any hour safe in the knowledge that a warming chilli is three shrill beeps away.

Incidentally, the way to check to see if your oven is wave tight (or whatever the correct term is) is to place your mobile phone on the turntable, shut the door & then phone your mobile from another phone, all things being well the ringtone should not go off, the waves on which the phone operates should not be able to penetrate the oven. N.B. Please don’t attempt & cook your phone. That would be foolish, and not terribly tasty.