A post about microwaves, written while hungry.

We don't have a microwave. It's not out of some high-minded (easily debunkable) ideal of what constitutes healthy eating. It's that the apartment didn't have one, and we've decided against spending the counterspace to get one.

It's completely fine, save two instances. First, popcorn. Sometimes you just don't want to pull out the kettle and make a zeppelin sized sack just to watch a television show.