When the microwave cover arrived I was a little shocked at it's size. It was quite large, and I really didn't have anywhere to store it. My kitchen is small. The way things work at my house is if you bring something new in - you have to get rid of something old to make room. I didn't particularly want to throw away my plates, silverware, or my gallon jug of Frank's red hot. So I thought - maybe I'll store it in the microwave? After all every time the microwave is used the cover will be involved right?
Genius, I know.
As an added bonus I figured this storage spot would guarantee 100% coverage of all food placed in the microwave. You open the microwave and what is the first thing you see? This would be the end of my weekly dates scraping pasta sauce off the side of the interior walls.
But alas, it was not meant to be. I should have known my creative husband would find a way around this forced conformity. Guess where I found my husband's morning oatmeal?
When I confronted him about it he claimed he thought it was a permanent part of the microwave - like a pedestal, or stage.
Like I said - the man is creative.