I'm talking of course, about the single man's best friend: the microwave oven.
While microwaves are very much available in Florence and not at all unpopular in Italy, our apartment is sorely lacking when it comes to them. Tonight, I met this problem head on.
If you've lived with me for more than a few days, you may be aware that if I can be around when cooked chicken meets BBQ sauce, I am usually a happy happy man. Having cooked extra chicken breast last night but with no familiar means of heating it up for dinner tonight, I set out to get myself a warm meal.
Enter: cooking pots.
Garrett, my roommate, made Brie one of the first nights we had in the apartment, so I got to work setting up the pot of boiling water with another smaller bowl/pot over it. With my chicken under indirect heat I relished in my shrewd think-on-my-feet idea.
The finished product, with incredibly cheap milk, incredibly expensive bbq, and incredibly small bread:
(and yes, that's Mantis on my computer background)
I'm hopefully headed to Pisa tomorrow for a fairly rainy run-in with the leaning tower. Should anything especially interesting happen, I'll be sure to post about it. Hope friends and family back home are having a good time. Keep warm!
Scott
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