We got rid of our microwave about a year ago. We had all sorts of reasons why. Possible health risks? Toxins? Altered food taste? Better safe than sorry?
Mostly I just hated what our microwave represented in our lives. Quick, quick, quick.
We settled for bad tasting and low quality cooking because it was fast.
How many other areas of my life are microwaved. Instant gratification. Have it fast and have it now. What happens to children who never have to wait for anything? Scary.
Patience is almost always learned. Not many people come by it naturally. I think that patience is beautiful, because it produces such sweet rewards.
Mostly I want a life that is savored and experienced fully. Taking time to notice and experience every little detail, even the most basic activities in my day. There is beauty to be found when we take the time to notice.
I love the way a hearty stew comes together, the browning of the beef turning the stew a deep rich brown, chopping the beautiful vegetables, combining all their vibrant colors in my big shiny pot, the wonderful smells and as it cooks down, all the ingredients seem to meld together. This takes all day, and it is wonderful.
Things that some to quickly to us, make us miss out on the process, and the beauty in the becoming.
That is why I don't like microwaves. I miss the *making*. The *process* and it's beauty.
I want the experience, the journey, just as much as I want the end result.
This applies to my food, and it most certainly applies to my life.
I pray that you have a blessed and productive day.
In God's Love, Tami