College has definitely ruined my microwave experience.
Over the past three years the microwave has been front and center on my kitchen counter. That has changed. After spending my first summer home since high school, I had been spoiled with real, home-cooked meals. I can no longer, with peace of mind, eat a bowl of microwavable mac n’ cheese or instant mashed potatoes.
It’s disgusting. Its as if food has been lying to me this whole time.
As such, I’ve taken to making more of my meals by hand. During a family reunion in August my great aunt gifted me with a lovely cookbook composed of family recipes dating back a few generations (mixed with some newer concoctions).