RIP, Mickey the Microwave.
It’s no secret that I’m the nostalgic type. A total softie. And the kitchen to me can be almost as romantic as the bedroom. Almost.
So when my microwave of 16 years died tonight, I’ll admit I got a little teary. My mom, my friend Jenna and I bought Mickey in August of 1998 when I was going to the University of Texas at Austin and living at The Gables.
Such fond memories of heating and reheating. Sugar-free Swiss Miss. Aveda comforting hot tea. Cream cheese salsa queso with my former roommate, Vanessa, and many a microwave popcorn.
You were a good microwave, Mickey. A great microwave. And I have appreciated you – and your heating capabilities – more than you’ll ever know.
May you rest peacefully in that luxe, vintage kitchen in the sky.
BF Asks: Have you ever been sad about the loss of an inanimate object? (And am I really asking that?)