I didn't write down the date that our microwave died, but it was more than a year ago. For a girl who grew up in the era of "you can cook absolutely ANYTHING in a microwave," I'm surprised that I lasted this long without one. I knew I could do it, but I didn't realize how painless it would be.
At this point, Teenage Daughter is the only one complaining. She wants to use recipes from Pinterest and make chocolate cakes in coffee mugs. I don't blame her. I was almost tempted to spent ten bucks on a replacement when we saw this one at the ReStore a couple of weeks ago, just to see if she'd use it. According to the tag, it heats the food really fast and the timer doesn't work. But I'm afraid that it might make the boys sprout extra heads or tails or something.
I could go out and buy a new microwave, but I'm not excited enough about the idea to actually do it.