A Toast to Microwaves
I was catching up with my mother at dinner on Sunday.
Mom: Do you know what you shouldn't microwave?
Me: Marshmallow Fluff?
*When I said this, I was thinking of the time when my father decided to heat up a jar of Fluff in the microwave. He said after five minutes, he opened the microwave. The cap on the jar looked like it was crooked. He opened the cap and the contents of the jar exploded. My mother, thinking quickly, rinsed his face off with cold water, so the Fluff wouldn't scald him. The next morning after my mom told me this story, I looked at the kitchen ceiling. Stalactites of marshmallow Fluff hung from the ceiling. I think there were some still there when we moved from the apartment.*
Mom: No, Pop-Tarts.
Me: It seems to me that the Pop-Tarts commercials say they can be microwaved.
My youngest brother: (sigh) She microwaved it too long.
Mom: (ignoring youngest brother) I only put it in for like a minute. When I lifted the Pop-Tart out, the bottom fell off. The filling went all over the inside of the microwave. It was very hot. I touched it and burned my finger. (pause) So don't microwave Pop-Tarts.
You would think this was the end of the conversation, but if you, dear reader, have been following this blog since its inception, you know that my mom can't let go of an idea.
Yesterday, I called my mom to see what time I was to air her out.
Mom: My finger still hurts.
Me: From the Pop-Tart?
Mom: They are very dangerous.
