Even if they’re grown only an hour away from here and we get them absolutely fresh, raspberries are like fish–you don’t wait all week to use them up, and we had a lot and I was bored with muffins so I decided to make a clafoutis. Then I decided to substitute the flour with almond flour just because I’d never tried that before. Maybe I wasn’t as bored with almond raspberry muffins as I thought I was. Whatever.
After putting it in the oven, I scraped the last tiny bit of batter onto a plate and stuck the last raspberry in the center and nuked it so I could at least get some idea of what I’d just done.
It’s what happened next that threw me so hard that I didn’t react as immediately as I should have to stop it.
I took it out of the microwave when its countdown was over…wondering what that sound was.
The thing was still going. With the door wide open. Deaf that I am, I put my hand on top of it to make sure I was feeling what I was hearing so I really was hearing it.
And still, that door was open. And I was standing right there. What?!
I reached towards it and hit the stop bottom. It kept going. NO! I stepped around it and unplugged it, kicking myself that it had taken me about seven or eight seconds to believe what was happening and to react rationally–who cares about the off button, make it be off!
I don’t seem to be cooked. (checks self again)
You need to test it, said hubby helpfully.
Yeah no babe. Uh. Uh. (like, are you crazy? why are you even saying that? i guess scientists gotta science)
But then I offered him cold leftover clam chowder and we both went no in unison to that idea, and I was in actual fact curious, so I did: I put it in the microwave. I closed the door. I plugged it in. I turned it on and stepped as far back as I could where I could still see the panel ticking off the seconds.
And it turned off at the end as one would have every perfect right to expect it to. Everything seemed peachy fine. I unplugged it, took out the chowder, handed him his, nice and warm, considered tomorrow morning’s hot cocoa and how much I hate standing still stirring at the stove while my blood pressure steadily goes down (80/40 before morning meds is where my normal starts)–and knew that if nothing else I will never leave that thing plugged in and unattended again.
I think we need a new microwave. (understatement alert)
Panasonic is OUT. Anybody got a recommendation?
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Check Consumer Reports. (Or I can if you don’t have it and can’t get to a library.) (-:
Comment by Anne 12.05.22 @ 1:02 amI was reared to believe that West Bend is essentially junk, but I have been more than happy with the small (900W) red!!!!! one that I bought at Wally World several years ago.
Comment by Lynn 12.05.22 @ 5:27 amOh, that would have frozen me in place, too: wait, what is happening? Aaaaghhh! Definitely time to replace that one.
Comment by ccr in MA 12.05.22 @ 5:49 amTimer…man…that was freaky!!!
Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 12.05.22 @ 7:44 amI will not tell you how old my microwave is. Suffice to say it is large enough to cook a turkey (which I did the first year I had it – long story) and though the convection option is dicey, it works just fine. Yes I know I need to replace it but . . .
It’s a Panasonic. Guess I got a Wednesday made machine lol
Comment by Chris+S+in+Canada 12.05.22 @ 8:23 amYikes! Our 19-year-old one died mid-heating last month. We replaced it with a Whirlpool low profile one. Ours is mounted over the stove so has to have the vent, too. So far so good.
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