"...Stop! The love you save may be your own...you're headed for a danger zone."
--Jackson 5
--Jackson 5
I killed my microwave. Not literally, of course. But using it was killing me...LITERALLY. And while I am no doctor (biology was the least of my favorite subjects in school), and I do not have all of the facts--YET, this is a move that so far, seems to be right and justified. From what a few of my friends have told me (one of whom is a strict vegan and "knows about these things,") microwaving food alters it to the point where the foods' natural ability to nourish and help our bodies fight infection or disease is seriously diminished and often eliminated. What is ultimately leftover is not something we would willingly touch let alone ingest. I'm going to stop here, because again--I do not have all of the facts, but I am working on it.
The past twelve days have been tough. I love my food piping hot. A microwave always guaranteed me that. I'm in unfamiliar territory; at almost 40, I really just cannot recall what life was like before we "nuked" food. While not using a microwave really tests my patience, at least I have an excuse to go and shop for some stoneware/oven safe dishes.
Currently Listening To: "Danger" and "Vagabound"by Amir Sulaiman, "Scar Tissue" by Shanelle Gabriel, "Jesus Children of America," by Stevie Wonder
Currently Reading: The Fortunate Son by Walter Mosley
