Before I start my story, I want to give a huge thank you to Peaches Ledwidge who surprised me last week by featuring and reviewing my books on her blog. You made my day, Peaches!
(If you want to learn about Peaches and her book, you can visit her blog or her Amazon page.)
Now for the story:
The other day, our microwave bit the dust. It was a grand event, with lightening sparks inside and lots of smoke. We hauled that thing out to the curb and left it there to be carried away by the garbage collectors.
This event brought great concern to my daughter. "How are we going to cook without the microwave?" she asked.
I shrugged. "I'm sure we'll figure something out."
When it was time for dinner, my daughter asked, "Are we going to have to eat cold food?"
"No," I said. "I know a good trick." I grabbed a casserole dish and put in the leftover pork chops, asparagus, and potatoes. Then I popped it into the pre-heated oven. Twenty minutes later, we had a hot dinner.
My daughter was in shock. "I didn't know you could do that!"
"That's how we did it in the old days, before microwave ovens were invented," I said. "Pretty amazing, isn't it?"
She nodded. "Yep. Pretty amazing!"