Just Some Prose....

by Aeryn - Aries

It seems to me that the correct operation of a microwave is an aquired 
skill.  Yes, any child could learn which button does what, how to make 
the simple machine work, and yet, using a microwave to it's full 
potential requires many hours of prectice learning how to accurately
judge the correct amount of time needed to heat any specific food to
it's prime temperature. A master of this difficult skill could casually
scan a dish of leftovers, and in that split second glance they could 
judge the texture, air flow, and heating rate of that food and factor 
in it's amount, to arrive at an exact figure, the precise amount of 
seconds for which those leftover should be heated.  Now, as with any
special skill,the world of microwave operation has it's masters and 
it's amateurs. In fact, just the other day i encountered one of those
pitifully hopeless souls.  A frequent guest in their house, being
told to help myself is not a big deal.  Scouring their fridge for a
tasty snak, I stumbled upon the tupperware sealed leftovers of a
partially consumed roast chicked.  I removed it from it's cool storage
location, and caught the eye of my host, asking permission to dive in.
To my extreme horror they responded "sure, go ahead and zap it.  
'bout five minutes should be good"  I gasped for air as i was suddenly
paralyzed in shock at this horribly inaccurate judgement.  It was 
obvious to a master such as myself that the amount of of time required
was no more than two minutes.  This is an example of how some people
should set aside a few minutes time each day to learn to properly
operate their commmon kitchen technology.

Reason for writing:

    Kind of a homework assignment gone bad.  Fell out of the required structured writing assignment, you see, and so i thought maybe i'd just share it with you guys and re-do the assignment.  the idea for 'masters of the microwave' as this piece is affectionately called by the few people i have shared it with, came to me while warming up some leftovers (roast chicken if you can believe....  heehee)  so here it is, in it's awkward and draft-like state, sorry 'bout all the typos.  Write me    

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 1999-09-30 01:33:10
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:23
Poem ID: 53402

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