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Sunday, August 3, 2014
Swanson's TV Dinners and Expansive Brownies
Here's a bit from my novel, Woman on the Verge of Paradise. Give me six months to finish it. Fingers crossed I'll be done sooner.
“Don’t stand too close to the microwave when
you’re using it, kids.” Dad instructed. “It might cause brain damage.
Essentially, we don’t know. It’s a new invention, and not enough research has
While Dad talked in four-syllable words like
“essentially,” I didn’t care if I got brain damage.Rather, I’d pull a black vinyl kitchen chair
over to the microwave, toss in a Swanson’s TV dinner, and spy through the
microwave door of the Amana Radar Range, gawking at how the once small brownie
expanded rapidly to ten or fifteen times its original size. “What a deal!” I’d
boast, when it was done. “Look,” I’d show my siblings. “I get this huuuge
They weren’t impressed. “Gross! Those things
taste gnarly,” Dawn sneered.
She was right. It was usually burnt and did taste
gnarly. I suppose I’ve always focused more on quantity, not quality
Do you remember when the microwave was invented? Did/do you nuke TV dinners and watch the brownies expand into the rest of the meal and off of the plate? Which meal was/is your favorite? This was mine. I wouldn't touch that stuff now. Except the brownie. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ May August and the new week treat you kindly!