Microwaving in England. Or not.

There is a running discussion between myself and friend Rosie. And her sister Emmie. It is not an argument, perhaps more of a consultation. It surrounds the use of a microwave.

Everyone in my circle of friends has, and frequently uses, a microwave oven when cooking or reheating food. Friend Rosie, and her sister, do not. Please realize they do not think a microwave oven is a bad thing. They simply do not think about it at all.

The truth is, they have no need of one. To these British ladies, preparing food and consuming it are central elements in the day, and one should avoid hurrying either of them.

At the long, scrubbed pine table in Rosie's kitchen, anyone might be found chopping, slicing, peeling, or cubing food items. Someone else could be sautéing vegetables on the top of the AGA; perhaps Ted is kneading the dough for his bread oven, or grilling steaks over his open fireplace; Rosie might be preparing a crust for the tarte tatain she will serve for dessert, along with homemade cinnamon ice cream.

And all throughout, discourse and laughter tie it all together. At the right time, the food will be ready and everyone will settle down to a very long, and satisfying, meal together.



There won't have been a microwave in sight.
And nobody notices.


See you along the way!
the SconeLady