That looks like a lot of food for a single person, don’t you think?
Publisher’s Weekly has named this book The Worst Book Ever. Follow the link for reviews and commentary of a Three Wolf Moon grade.
Now, if you’re like Sonia Allison, a single person who hugs microwaves (for warmth? for love? for companionship? for an increased risk of cancer?), this is actually THE BEST BOOK EVER.
On a personal note, when I was in middle school Home Economics we were forced to watch what is perhaps the worst best instructional video of the early 90’s on cooking with microwaves. It had a big section on safety.
I tried to find it for you, but after extensive googling of terms like “Microwave Safety Instructional Video 90s VHS” I gave up and decided this and this other one were good enough.
Just like in middle school, I think I fell asleep at 1:02 and 0:27 respectively.
There was another video, that was made in the 80’s according to the style of dress and hair, that told me that if I get stood up for lunch (by who I can only assume is Patrick Bateman) that I should leave a tip and politely leave the table without ordering. Then they probably went on to place settings and blah-biddy-bloo-bloo fancy pants. Anyway, I digress, that video is another post.
It’s obvious at the point you insert this into your curriculum that you don’t have high expectations for your pre-teen students cooking beyond a level of cheesy hot dogs (ingredients: Kraft Singles, Hot dogs, and Pillsbury Crescent Rolls) and with the assistance of the microwave. I also believe that the same high school’s Home Economics: Cooking II, which required Cooking I with all it’s Sandra Lee Semi-homemade values, was all about mastering THE EGG and the many ways you could cook it. Including in the microwave.
While I can’t roll a French omelet like Julia Child, my eggs are restaurant worthy, and have been since I was middle school. I had always been a little bit disastrous in the kitchen, but able to cook well, until I got this cookbook from my mother after she saw I couldn’t pull myself away from my godmother’s copy.
I learned how to cook excellently, single or not, and now I’m pretty damn fantastic in the kitchen. I’ll be damned if you catch me huggin’ any microwave.



