Let’s address the elephant in the room, or rather, the microwave. That machine is a liar. It promises speed and delivers heartbreak. You press “Start” and watch the potatoes spin, thinking you’re a genius.
Thirty seconds later, you’ve got a bowl that’s hot on the outside and frozen in the middle. It’s like a cruel Russian nesting doll of temperature chaos. I once tried to fix this by stirring, and I ended up with a wallpaper paste that tasted faintly of butter.
Do not do it. The microwave is for popcorn and regrettable late-night burritos, not for your precious leftover taters. Trust me on this one.
