So, we got moved into our new place, and I’ve been kind of whinin’ about not having an oven. I was hopeful about the little toaster oven our landlady left, even though it is about 90 years old. I spent an hour and a half cleaning it one afternoon. I plugged it in. It started smoking and electrocuted me. So much for 90-year-old toaster ovens.
HOWEVER, former tenants left behind a microwave, and the landlady said we could have it because she doesn’t like microwave ovens. I got so busy unpacking and wiping up gecko poo, I forgot about the microwave. The settings are all printed in Thai, and since my Thai lessons haven’t covered “defrost” and “full power,” I avoided putting any more pressure on my brain.