I killed a pizza today. One of the day’s lowlights, but not too low on the scale of things that matter. Actually, I didn’t kill an entire pizza, just one piece of it. I micro waved it to death. As I have said, I live alone. When I decide I want a pizza, after eating what I want; there is still a lot of it left.
I wrap the individual pizza slices in foil, put them all in a plastic baggie, and store the baggie in the freezer. I take them out one at a time as I want them. Today, I put one of the slices in the microwave, while I did small chores in the kitchen. The pizza wasn’t hot enough after the first warm up, so I gave it a second go, with a bit less time. One end was still cold, so I gave it another 25 seconds, on about 40 percent power—or so I thought.
I realized the microwave was still humming away, when it should have stopped. I turned to look at it and there was way too much time left! I hit the clear button, and opened the microwave door. Apparently when I hit the power button, I missed it, and hit a number instead. The pizza was hard as a rock, and shrunken to about half the size it had been.
There were several slices left, so I repeated the process with another slice of pizza. This time I paid more attention, instead of just glancing at the timer while doing something else. No more hard rock pizza. I was able to eat it this time, not feed it to the garbage disposal.
I love your choice of words! I had never thought about over cooking something in the microwave as "killing it" before but it is certainly an appropriate description. Unfortunately, I am not usually as lucky as you were to have a backup piece available. I'm glad you did.
ReplyDeleteIf you had seen that piece of pizza, it would have been even more understandable.
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