Real Time to Remember (with a nod to steaming caffeine)

It's been a long time since we owned a microwave-- long enough that the child who is currently washing dishes was flummoxed by a mug's inscription that it was dishwasher and microwave safe and mused, "Why would anyone want to put a CUP in the MICROWAVE?!"

Why, indeed.

That's pretty much the only thing I miss about a microwave-- the easy reheating of tea and coffee. And now I'm off for my second cup...


Abigail said...

Coffee is rare for me (tho' I have a deep and abiding affection for it, my heart does not), and second cups of tea are rare, too.

Today is the second day in a row that I'm having a second cup of tea, tho', all before noon.

It's a humdinger week!

Abigail said...

This was practically an Instagram post.

I should probably post a picture of what I ate for breakfast, too, and perhaps the current view out of the window.

Sigh. Procrastination.

Rebecca said...

I'd feel more fulfilled if you had...

Abigail said...

Well, you should be happy.
I just posted breakfast and snow snapshots, which should be enough for a lifetime's worth of fulfillment. That's how great our friendship is!

Sarah Tate said...

We have had a microwave only because they’re built into our cabinets- when we lived in Lulu we didn’t have one and my bad habit of leaving my tea until it was tepid became a terrible burden. Josh started calling the undrunk cups of tea the “sacrificial mugs.” We have one here and I don’t waste my tea bags any longer.
I also microwave wet sponges because the nutrition teacher at Houghton told me to, and it keeps them from smelling.
Also, Josh bought these bizarre muffin-in-a-cup things that are delicious but so wrong. I’m suspicious of my microwave, but it doesn’t stop me from eating a warm blueberry muffin in a cup.

Abigail said...

Ha! Sacrificial mugs-- I love that. I've taken to reheating tea and coffee on the stovetop, and as happy as I am to not have a microwave, I can't deny that they lose something in stovetop reheating that they don't lose in microwave radiation. The taste just isn't the same.

And, oh! Before I tossed the microwave, Millie had taken to making me microwave mug cakes so frequently that I thought she might be trying to kill me through a heart attack. She was on course to try every last recipe on the internet before I foiled her entirely. If only there were stove-top mug cakes...though, I suppose, there are just cakes. A cake a day would kill me even faster. I'll have to let her know.