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The Only Award I Want

The August 28, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum"  is
You are receiving an award - either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you.
What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?

I started this entry yesterday, but had a sudden attack of blog block. I'm not sure if I've recovered yet; however, this morning I have a tall cup of iced coffee on a wooden stand next to the computer. I have more coffee brewing in the breakfast room and a load of laundry going into the rinse cycle. I will see if I can complete this entry before I have to put the clothes in the dryer.

What is the only award I want? I want an award for the ability to cook anything in a Microwave. If I approach the recipe properly, I can cook cakes, cookies, and even turkeys in a microwave. These are not easy task, some, such as the turkey, of them take a bit of creativity and time; however, it can be accomplished safely. I have to admit that I have no intention of cooking a turkey in a microwave again because I have to carve the bird before cooking it.

I've cooked only two turkeys in a microwave. I cooked them two consecutively years for Thanksgiving. The second year, I put the leftover turnkey in the freezer and found myself fixing leftover turkey for the next 365 day. I do not like leftover turkey if I have to cook the damn bird myself. Therefore, I either purchase a frozen turkey dinner or go to a restaurant for Thanksgiving. I'm also open to invitations to family or friends houses for Thanksgiving.

I think this award should be a small statue of a microwave oven with these words printed on it:

"Any Thing
That Can't Be Microwaved
Shouldn't Be Eaten."

My acceptance speech would be short:

Thank you,
For recognizing
My expertize in microwave cooking.

Food for Thought: "It is ludicrous to read the microwave direction on the boxes of food you buy, as each one will have a disclaimer: THIS WILL VARY WITH YOUR MICROWAVE. Loosely translated, this means, You're on your own, Bernice." - Erma Bombeck