Our microwave broke two days ago.
You would think this would be a terrible, terrible thing. Oh, but the things we have cooked--slowly and beautifully--without it.
I became old-fashioned like grandma, turning bacon in the pan. The smell filled even the upstairs. I became slow and patient, listening for the song of the tea kettle that heated my water on the gas stove. I became an expert in heating leftovers with olive oil in the pan and added my own seasonings to make it even better.
I embraced the sounds and smells of a different kind of day with this thing I thought we needed, now gone.
When something breaks, it might just be, like my friend Sandy reminded me, to put me back into the joy of an unhurried life.
Just in case you need a time saver one day - I've started using the method that my daughter uses when we want bacon - 20 minutes +/- in a 350 degree oven on a foil lined rimmed baking sheet. It's especially wonderful to have it baking while I'm turning pancakes. And the aroma drifts about as a wonderful breakfast call.
ReplyDeleteMy Mother-in-law apparently did the same on Sunday mornings. It gave her time to change from her church clothes and ready the eggs and toast. No microwave needed!
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