Everything went horribly wrong.
It started out with a dinner plan, as most catastrophes do. We were making some falafel pita wraps, and we may have been mildly intoxicated on a recently legalized substance - I really don't accurately recall.
Having cut all of the vegetables and warmed the pita wraps, we tossed our pre-made, Trader Joe's brand falafels on a plate, as per Joe's instructions, and then stuffed the plate into our new microwave, delivered the day before as a Christmas gift from my grandmother. It was our first time using the device, we hadn't even had regular access to one in some two years. We pressed the cook button and their was a beep and then the hum of the microwave, rising in pitch until it reached cooking frequencies.
We each cracked open a bottle of hard apple ginger cider, and tossed our heads back while we waited for our main topping to finish cooking. At eight seconds left, the ear drum tearing sound of shattering dinner ware rang from the top of our refrigerator and we quickly turned off the microwave.
The plate upon which we'd placed our frozen falafel had not proven to be microwave safe, at least not past the 1:22 mark. We held a short ceremony for it, our heads bowed in respect as we slowly scraped the chunks and shards of broken plate into the trash, dusting off the falafel and praying no glass had embedded itself in our food.
We're convinced it was a power grab on the part of the microwave, perhaps in concert with the neighboring refrigerator, but the gift giver responsible for this aggressive entity's presence in our home assures us that microwaves are useful devices. Trusting her judgement, we're cautiously planning to use it again today to warm up some leftover curry.
I'll keep you guys updated.
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Писатель всегда будет в оппозиции к политике, пока сама политика будет в оппозиции к культуре.
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