I try to eat super clean: No processed sugars, no corn syrups, nothing frozen in a box that you can microwave. If I read the ingredient label and I don't know what something is, I assume it's bad.
Microwave sales have plateaued as people realize that reheated TV dinners give us no joy.
I really like my microwave.
I cannot cook to save my life - I microwave everything or it's simply scrambled eggs on toast.
We're trendsetters, first to welcome brilliant inventions into our lives, from the microwave meal to Instagram. Britain is a nation of Uber-riding, Deliveroo-eating, Airbnb-ing freedom fighters.
I'm spoilt. I like my own space. I don't even own a microwave, and men don't like that. They want to be looked after.
Most schools have only a microwave or deep fryer, hardly the tools needed to feed our children real, fresh food.
I don't cook - I can cook - but I'm not very good. I like being asked over for dinner, because she can't cook either. We would starve if it weren't for modern technology. I know how to work a microwave, but love home cooked meals.
The only time I'll use a microwave is to warm up a cup of coffee I've left too long before drinking.
In the amount of time it takes to microwave a TV dinner, you can put something much tastier on the table, I promise.
