Since I was about 21 I haven't used a microwave all that much. Especially in the last 7 years. I can count on one hand how many times I have warmed something up in one. They are creepy to me. I would rather get a pot, put a stick of butter in it, turn the heat on and melt it the old fashion way. Having full control of the heat so as not to brown or burn it.
Cooking in a microwave is Greek to me. What comes so naturally to most Americans is puzzling and intimidating. Put me in front of a make shift fryer, a brazer, salamander, electric stove top, gas stove top, whatever. I'll can use them and make almost anything taste delicious.
Well, the latest party I worked the rental convection oven wasn't working properly and only getting to the useless temperature of 175 degrees. I had to cook burgers! This would not do and the dominating clients wanted well done burgers. I am, for the first time, completely lost on what to do.
Until someone suggests THE MICROWAVE. "What? Really?!" I stared at it for a brief second, a bit intimidated. I think to myself, "Cook meat in the microwave?" Can it be done? I flip through the filing cabinet of stored information and recipes in my brain, and remember an article about a cookbook that came out. It was something like, The Home Cook and The Microwave, or The Microwave Gourmet. Some nonsense cookbook for the really lazy cook.
Well after that night, I ate my words about the use of a microwave. It saved the party. I cooked the burgers. And nobody was the wiser, except me, the waitstaff and the party planner.
By no means am I an advocate for microwaves. That night I still couldn't figure out how to set it for only 30 seconds instead of a 'quick time' of 1 minutes. And I remember from my childhood you could adjust the 'heat' that was used. I couldn't figure it out either on this one. But all in all I was thankful for this time saving device this one time.
Although, I probably have cancer now because I had to stand in front of the damn thing the whole night.
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