
Yesterday, I was fixing two breakfast lean pockets – which are 6 pts for two and thoroughly yummy – and stuck them in the microwave for the usual time. One minute and 45 seconds. Or so I thought. I got distracted and started doing other things and then realized, “hey, wait a minute. It’s been a while and I haven’t heard the microwave buzzer go off.” Uh-oh. So, I head over to the microwave and that’s when I started to smell it. Something on the scale (or even worse) of burned microwave popcorn. A smell that I detest. Just imagining that [ ... ]