What I Can't Live Without #1

#1: The Microwave

The "#1" is included in the title as I had an epiphany not five minutes ago that I can follow this blog up with related pieces. Not to say though that everything I will write about will walk along the same path as the one you read now. Like the rest of my blog entries, there hasn't been much planning or thought before I start creating this not-so-perfect column so whatever I type will more than likely contain numerous parts where if I said this in a normal conversation you'd happily say "oh my God shut the hell up!". I'm sensing that this is one of them times...

Anyway, on with the reason why I'm on this blog at this time (apart from procrastinating), and it all came about whilst making my hot chocolate that's making me just about as exhuberant as the Spongebob that faces me on the mug. For the last six weeks or so, me and my flatmates have been stranded in the kitchen without a working microwave and though this may encourage some people to go all out when preparing dinner, that effect hasn't happened here. It's not that I use it often anyway but it's when you're craving quickfire heated food that requires minimal effort to make that it begins to take its toll on your daily plans.

I'll just have Heinz tomato soup instead thanks.

Just there, I had to heat up the milk for my hot chocolate in a pot before washing the pot out so that the milk doesn't stick to it like Mr Clegg sticking to his original plans. Oh wait... Out goes the quick tinned soup for lunch, out goes the baked beans at the side for your dinner and out goes reheating the food you couldn't quite finish. Notably, in the time it's taken me to type to here, my hot chocolate's gone cold and, you guessed it, I can't reheat it; or at least I can't be bothered to.


When looking to move into a new flat/house, students usually look for the dishwasher or fridge as the most important kitchen applaince, but the microwave is taken for granted every time. Even world-renowned chefs 'cheat' and use the microwave from time to time. Because it's essential to life. I'm fully aware that it appears that this is leading to a full-on argument in support of microwave-recognition but no, I'm just venting my... Not so much anger, lets say frustration.

So here we are, paragraph five on not having a microwave, congratulations if you've read this far! There's not much left for me to say about microwaves if I'm being perfectly honest. I had to think outside the box for this next point, which works out as a valid argument in my head, maybe not to anyone else reading though. Think about this: when (or if) you have children growing up and you want them to fend for themselves, the microwave can be viewed as a 'My First Cooked Meal' for kids. Imagine a house without this. Criminal.

Finally (I promise this is the last microwave-related thing I'll ever type or say), it gets quite depressing that even though I'm not the biggest fan of Rustlers burgers, I am unable to make the food come to life in my kitchen, it's a bit like what a poor football club suffers when the transfer window opens. So yeh, life in the Cumming residence has been made difficult with a lack of a working microwave - and the lack of funds to replace it - but fret not, I will struggle on.