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Why I will never be Martha Stewart or Flylady...

Well, aside from the obvious - they already exist and we really only need one Martha Stewart and one Flylady on this little planet - let me tell you the story of the microwave...

When the Grumpy Old Man and I first got together, even before we got a washing machine or a fridge, we got a microwave. At first - as with all new 'technology' the Grumpy Old Man wasn't sold on the idea of a microwave, but I could not think of another way to reheat my oft neglected coffee or make garlic salt and cheese crusties (they taste better than they sound). Ironically, in the 15 years since getting the microwave, I have completely gone off the idea of reheating beverages (blergh!) or eating those cheesy melty things out of a microwave (what was I thinking???).

The old microwave served us well, though it was never really used for anything more exciting than defrosting meat, heating milk, and very occasionally reheating dinner if one of us was late coming home. I put that down to not reading the manual - which I put down to the fact that so many manufacturers seem to be believe we all have the vision of Superman; able to read print created by and for microscopic creatures...

Goodbye old microwave!

Hello new microwave!


Truth be told, we're just not very adventurous in the kitchen. Hence why I will never be Martha Stewart.

Last night, without much fuss, but a bit of bother, the microwave hiccupped and died.

We had to rethink dinner, as so often dinner requires the defrosting of meat, and in that moment we realised we would really have to replace the microwave quite quickly. Luckily, it is currently end of financial year sale time.

Today we went to the Good Guys and picked up a new microwave, it was less expensive and less weighty than our 15 year old one. We spent a little extra money to extend the warranty to four years, with a replacement being offered in the third and fourth years of said warranty. The extended warranty might prove be unwarranted, that's okay with us - hopefully in four years time I will be working (yes, finally) and we won't have to hold our breaths to replace a microwave if it breaks down then...

Are you wondering why I'm not like Flylady?

Well, the realisation dawned on me a little while ago that despite paying $200 we really cannot afford for a new microwave this fortnight, I was rather thrilled to see the old one go.

You see, when we moved house my mum pointed out it was rather in need of a clean. I am the only one who cleans it, apparently, despite not being the person who uses it the most and I had been neglecting it. When mum pointed this out I took a look and was horrified. So horrified, I have continued to put off cleaning the microwave for the past 3.5 weeks (I know, I know, report me to the housekeeping police if you must).

Today the old microwave was unceremoniously removed to the dark depths of the garage to await its final fate the next time I order a skip for de-cluttering. Did I clean it out first? Hells no! For I am the woman most likely to chuck Tupperware rather than have to clean out the undead remains of some meal the Grumpy Old Man swore up and down he was going to 'reheat for lunch tomorrow'. Today I excelled myself by discarding a microwave in need of a good old fashioned scrub - yay me!

Judge, you may, but I know we've all secretly wished we could just 'chuck it' rather than clean it!

Comments

Sasarasa said…
just to let you know, take a breakfast bowl half filled with cold water, add 1-2 tablespoons of vinegar and cook in microwave for 5 minutes.

Leave the door closed, and let it cool for 5 minutes - open door and everything will just wipe off without any effort...
Sif Dal said…
Thanks! You are the second person to tell me this today! Probably just another sign that I will never be Flylady!

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