Friday, April 8, 2011

Lenten Journal Day 27

I have a confession. Some of you are aware of my secret, but others of you will probably be a bit surprised.

I don't own a microwave.

By choice.


I'll admit, there have been times when items such as microwave popcorn would be yummy, or defrosting meat when I forget to thaw it through conventional methods would help speed dinner along. I could reheat stuff quickly too. I know there are uses for such an invention, but we have survived so long without one, I don't feel any need to get one.

When my children were babies, I felt the desire for a microwave the strongest. I made their baby food, froze it into single servings in ice cube trays, and then simply reheated them when we needed a meal. Of course, I had to reheat them over the stove in a sauce pan. Occasionally I would forget it was cooking and it would burn and then I would have to start over.

But we're past those days. My kids eat real food, and we make real popcorn, and I've found a sink of cold water may not thaw things super fast, but it works in a pinch.

So, we don't own a microwave.

Anyway, lately I have found that the world expects that everyone owns a microwave. I am having a harder time getting the frozen vegetables I use because they have started coming in microwave steamer bags that are smaller portions for more money. Someone put microwave popcorn in a treat bag for my kids, and we simply gave it away. What's so funny is that they did not mind because they did not know what that little package even was. Popcorn to them comes in a jar and you cook it over the stove with oil and salt and honey and soy sauce. Yumm!

So, I guess my point to all this is that we have decided not to go with the flow on the microwave issue. It's really no big deal whether you are a microwave owner or not. It's just that as we were laughing about this small, silly thing, it made me think about the poem by Robert Frost. And that poem is really the big point about my crazy confession.


The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


2 comments:

  1. You are probably better off not having one Patty, studies have recently revealed that the antioxidant levels are drastically reduced in microwaved food, especially veggies, because of the intense high heat they create in the core of the food while cooking. I've quit using ours for anything except to heat water or reheat my morning coffee, which I never seem to be able to finish before it gets cold!

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  2. We don't have a microwave. :)

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