Something came over me this weekend, a very funny thing, because it didn't really have to do with anything we were doing or talking about. I was thinking about when I finally made the decision to change over to natural homemade and chemical free cleaning products and how it was the best decision I ever made. I put it off for over a year because I thought it would be difficult, but it was painless and when L'il B eats off of the floor (because, of course, he does) or gets into the cupboard below the sink, I know the only thing he could possibly be ingesting isa bit of vinegar or bi-carb soda.
So here is my ecoMILF confession, we still have a microwave. I don't use it often, but often enough- to defrost frozen fruit for our porridge or to heat up left-overs on occasion. I shudder to think I defrosted poor L'il B's homemade baby food for those few pureed months (never with any kind of plastic- just glass, mind you). I have looked around on the internet for information on the negative effects of microwaving. From what I have read, the microwave changes the molecular structure of your food and causes it to be carcinogenic, does not kill bacteria properly and causes abnormal changes in human blood and immune systems. This site was helpful, but I am not sure how legitimate it is. It seems for every site telling you about the hidden evils of the microwave, there are three telling you that they are perfectly safe.
But there is still something terribly irksome about this troublesome machine. I hate it. Every time I use it it creeps me out. I avoid it like the plague if it is on. Which makes me wonder, how I can be scared enough to devil dodge the thing and then eat the food it has heated?
So, I made the announcement:
"B?", I said in a sweet little voice.
"Yes?...", suspicions rising.
"I've decided we need to get rid of the microwave. I can't take it anymore. It's driving me insane."
"Why don't you just unplug it for a little while?"
"Because I want it out of the house, I don't want to see it, I don't want it near us, I don't want the temptation of using it ever again. I want to break the bad habit and get back to a more natural way of heating things"
Well, the last "dot, dot, dot" was a little unfair. He's really being very supportive about the loss. Poor guy, he gets home late every night to a cold dinner, so I will have to come up with a reheating solution for all of his meals or cook his half separately closer to when he arrives home.
But I have made the decision: so long and farewell to a machine that has been a part of my household and daily life since I was born. I am forever banishing you from this household! Be gone!
Now to figure out what it do with the thing. I want to donate it to the local Op shop but am I just passing the sickness on to someone else? Thoughts? And also, if anyone has some more convincing information about the effects of microwaves, please send it on, as I am sure I will have to give a better explanation than "motherly instinct" to the non-believers who ask.