Blue Jean Chef

It was the late 1970s when my father gave my mother the gift he really wanted for Christmas. Indeed, it was really a gift for the whole family. We would all be able to use it and we would all reap its benefits. My father gave my mother the largest, most monstrous [...]

It was the late 1970s when my father gave my mother the gift he really wanted for Christmas. Indeed, it was really a gift for the whole family. We would all be able to use it and we would all reap its benefits. My father gave my mother the largest, most monstrous microwave ever built for Christmas in 1977. It was a Panasonic microwave and it was at least as big as the conventional oven that was currently built into our kitchen wall, about half the size of the desk I’m currently using.

I had never even heard of a microwave before.

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