Kids Microwave the Darnedest Things
Came home recently from one of my every-month-or-so excursions downtown, and the fist thing I said was, "What's that smell?"
Some time earlier, Ann of four years had decided that she wanted a heated chicken nugget - a dinosaur-shaped nugget, the kind available in frozen bags. I believe her mother must have heated some previously, but as Ann sometimes does, she'd left some of them on the table to cool. Or simply left them, not interested at that moment in chicken.
While her mother was vacuuming downstairs, she took an interest in re-heating a dinosaur and popped in the microwave, which of course she knows not to touch, and she managed to turn it on. The dinosaur, it seems, was as carbonized as a real dinosaur would have been near the site of the Yucatan meteor impact of 70 million years ago. There's a brown spot still in the microwave, resistant to cleaning, and that faint odor of burned chicken in the air even now.
posted by Dees Stribling @ 11:03 PM
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In the old days it would have taken hours of oven time to achieve the same effect. When I was rooming with Charlie Baer and Frank Johnstone at Duke, a bit over thirty years ago now, the nursing students across the hall issued an impromtu invitation to a party in progress. Girls and alcohol. We dropped what we were doing and went to the party, and stayed two or three hours. Upon our return we discerned a smell, as you did, and discovered, shortly thereafter, a tray of black bits of charcoal in the oven that had once been tater tots. ANK
Then there was the time that a certain young drummer(age 10 or so) was asked to set the timer for 45 minutes and he simply turned the thing on. Neither Gramdmother noticed the sound, ( the mother was recovering from surgery at the time) The microwave was old anyway. Carlotta
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