Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Potato of Failure

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?

Help me.

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