Today I ventured into uncharted territory to improve my microwave vernacular. I pressed the “Instant Action Frozen Vegetables” button on my microwave oven’s touch pad with intent to cook frozen haricot vert (French green beans). This was a big deal because before today I had never pressed anything except “Time Cook”. Why green beans, you may be asking? Full disclosure, we force our children to eat vegetables for dinner before they get any dessert. We are not talking about an entire artichoke, here. Our ambitions are limited to three peas or a broccoli floret with the hope that cumulatively, the kids will absorb sufficient vitamins for survival.
Over the years, my children have invented some creative ways to mask the taste of these few vegetable bites. Among the most innovative was the time my daughter fished an ice cube out of her beverage and proceeded to suck on it until her tongue was numb enough not to taste anything, all the while glaring at me. My son tried to stick a lettuce leaf way in the back of his mouth, behind his taste buds, to what seemed like obvious effect to the rest of us. When he gagged and regurgitated the salad onto his plate, I’m sure you can guess whom he blamed for making him sick. There was a dark period when my son would ask me to pinch his nostrils closed while eating his veggies, under the theory that you can’t taste anything without smelling it. I’m ashamed to admit, I obliged, subjecting myself to observing at close range the fear in his eyes of the incoming beet. It became quite painful after a while, watching my children intentionally try not to taste the food I’d lovingly cooked while hating me for cooking it. The kids don’t perform these oral acrobatics anymore, but they could always regress, and there’s my PTSD to consider. I have noted that green beans have facilitated less of this hurtful behavior than, say, kale. Hence my choice of hericot vert.
The package instructed me to “Cook on High setting for 6 to 8 minutes…Let stand for 1 minute and serve at once.” Well, “Serve at once” was out of the question. I’m sure your little angels hang on your every word, but dragging my family to the dinner table before the meal gets cold is akin to cleaning out the storage room in the basement. Never gonna happen. On a normal day, I would set the microwave for six minutes as instructed, but today I pressed the “Instant Action Frozen Vegetables” button on the touch pad. As promised, the microwave burst into instant action. Though the timer on the screen read “2:40”, I put my faith in the microwave’s override of the package instructions, and an excellent instinct it was. The result was a microwave safe bowl full of steaming green beans, cooked through, yet maintaining a crunchy zip. My hericot vert were magnifique!
I was extremely optimistic as I entered into the next phase of dinner preparation, the hamburger. I would test the “Compu Defrost Ground Beef” button on the microwave. I removed from my freezer one pound of ground beef bearing a sticker that read: “Thaw in refrigerator or microwave.” I have seen these directions before, and I have tried thawing meat the sanitary way in the refrigerator, but do you know how long that takes? If you plan meals two days in advance, then good for you, but I’m guessing I’m not the only one who leaves her frozen meat on the counter to thaw faster. Still, I realized the microwave thawing method presented an opportunity to better adhere to the Surgeon General’s warnings.
The “Compu Defrost Ground Beef” button set the cooking time for “4:30”, and the microwave started up. However, after only a minute, it dinged to a stop. Red words urgently flashed upon the screen in all caps: “PULL APART REMOVE”. I removed, but there was no pulling apart this still extremely frozen block of meat. I pressed “start” again, another minute passed, and then the machine stopped and gave me the same instructions again. With all of this starting and stopping, Compu Defrost’s four and a half minutes were beginning to feel like the last four and a half minutes of a football game. This could go on all day. The meat was still too frozen to pull apart, so I improvised, cutting it into six parts to help the process along. After the final ding of the timer, the six chunks of meat were still frozen, albeit less so. Did the microwave think it was done? This was unacceptable. I was left with two options. Either repeat the process again while babysitting the ground beef through all of the stopping and starting, or leave it out on the counter without any mechanized interruptions.
I chose the latter. The hericot vert were nothing less than a miracle, yet the meat…not so much. Overall I’m thrilled to discover a useful new function on my microwave, incentive to try others. And if I complete defrosting the meat on the kitchen counter, I am 99.7% sure that my children will survive. After all, they have lived through my parenting thus far, and force-feeding them vitamin rich vegetables over the years has certainly boosted their immune systems against food born illness, whether they tasted them or not.
Lesson learned: If you’ve never attempted any of the elaborate commands on your microwave oven, it’s worth a try, as long as your expectations are limited.