So maybe the microwave is so fucking future, it still makes me feel like a failure. You see, back when writing this post, I was young and full of hope, optimism, and even a plan for a microwave cozy with irony. But tonight I've done a bad thing. I, for the first time in my life that I can remember, I made a baked potato. I made it in the microwave. :(
(I generally don't feel that emoticons are appropriate for a blog but there it just felt necessary).
It was gross, it was actually kind of chewy. I made a chewy potato. And ate it.
Potato of Failure
Now that I've given in to the white beast (whom I like to call "Microwave") I don't know how to go back. I still do the majority of the cooking on the stove because a corn tortilla isn't done justice by the 'wave. How do I regain the fear of the microwave? Do I make another Crane Rule where I promise the universe that I won't use the microwave until the cranes are done? Do I crochet an awesome cozy(with irony) that is a pain to remove? Do I just unplug it and store it in my parent's basement or give it back to my land people who put it here in the first place?