Learning to Live Without a Microwave
1.16.10 § 10 Comments
About a month ago, I made the difficult decision to extract myself from a bad relationship and take a stab at standing on my own two feet. The even more difficult decision was to move out of the beautiful Manhattan apartment I shared with my boyfriend and into a quaint little place in Williamsburg. By “quaint” I mean there is no cabinet space, no counter space, no dishwasher and no microwave – this is a problem for me. Did I mention that the apartment I recently vacated has such a roomy kitchen that my surf green kitchen aid mixer had a permanent home on the counter and I still had room to use two or three cutting boards at once?
(There is also no bathroom sink in my new apartment, which means that I wash my face and brush my teeth in the kitchen, but that is a whole different issue.)
Needless to say, it’s been a tough transition. The second night in my new apartment I ventured to the grocery store to stock up on the essentials. By the end of my shopping trip, I had decided that I was actually way too tired to do any real cooking, so I picked up something quick and easy. It wasn’t until I returned home, got the groceries unpacked and went to pop my “easy” dinner into the microwave that I remembered…you have no microwave.
Naturally, I sat down in the midst of the half-unpacked boxes of kitchen stuff (none of which I have room for), opened up a bottle of wine (after searching twenty minutes for the corkscrew) and called my mom because I knew if nothing else, she’d get a laugh out of it.
If you’re worried, I didn’t starve. It turns out, someone at the microwavable Asian meal factory predicted there would be people like me – New Yorkers who break up with their significant other only to find themselves living without crucial appliances – and there were stove-top directions on the other side of the box.
Because I believe in honesty, I’ll say that this embarrassing oversight has happened twice since then. Once in the case of microwaveable popcorn and once in the case of that rice that you microwave for a minute and it’s ready.
I’m working on making necessary life changes – I now buy the popcorn and rice that you make on the stove and I drink my coffee faster since I can’t easily reheat it. I’m actually starting to like my new stove-top way of life. Maybe convenience really is overrated.