Microwaves are the most replaced kitchen appliance I’ve ever had in my house. Having moved into two different residences within an eight year period, I’ve gotten a double dose of choosing new appliances for the home. The plethora of sizes, styles, functions and audio signals on a microwave oven can be overwhelming.
Throughout the two moves, I’ve gained some good and bad experiences. Because of budgetary concerns, one can find oneself in the treacherous position of buying cheap appliances. Worse than that, one could be the recipient of a cast off microwave recycled from one’s mother-in-law.
Using Mom’s old microwave became a stressful experience. I began to regard it as the microwave from hell. Here’s why:
If any food needed stirring,
it had to take less than eleven seconds, or the beeper would go off broadcasting a series of obnoxious, door-open signals in close repetition. If one were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, this experience could drive it all over the edge.
The add-a-minute feature provided the most direct start up point. Push three times and that gets you three minutes, and etc. Otherwise, extra start up entries were required to begin the microwave process .
In order to nuke frozen food, the poundage was required to be entered on the keypad. Meat package labels are often illegible, making it necessary to have a scale handy, in order to enter the required information.
My current microwave is a dream.
