The microwave is a dangerous appliance.
The very concept is pretty disturbing when you think about. This little box creates waves of energy that heat my food, not by generating heat in the traditional sense, but by cooking it on the cellular level (I guess- I am no expert). This feels to me like a means to prepare food created by super-advanced alien life forms.
Despite these somewhat whimsical concerns(that don’t actually prevent me from using a microwave, make no mistake) it’s the mentality the microwave fosters, rather than the mechanics of the device, that endangers us.
Traditional wisdom held that if you want a delicious, warm meal you needed time. You had to plan it out in advance. You had to put in time preparing it. You had to leave time to actually cook it (with heat, not alien technology).
The microwave changes that. The microwave teaches us that you can get a warm meal in two minutes or less. The microwave encourages us to decide what we want to eat minutes before we are going to eat it.
But the best things in life are not instant- they are not the result of impulse. The best things in life- the greatest successes, the most worthwhile dreams- require that you marinate them in perseverance for years. YEARS.
Microwave dinners will satisfy your appetite. They just tend to be less healthy, less tasty, and ultimately less fulfilling than a meal prepared the old fashion way.
Don’t make microwave goals. Don’t live a microwave life. The better meal is worth the wait.