Bought my 1st microwave oven with glee!  Took it home to my downtown Toronto apartment and felt very 'all that'.  (I wasn't as in the 'in' as most, but pretty close to 'keeping up' …) 

First microwave meal changed my mind.  The texture of the food was (hmmmm) weird, nasty-looking, not 'normal'.  Days and weeks past and I kinda swore off using the microwave much. In the end it was only used for tasks like melting butter or chocolate, popping corn, (ahhh) heating up my many coffees and teas – all day long, and for visitors who really 'liked the convenience of microwave cooking.'  Time passed and microwave-mania grew big and bigger.

I never really got over my dislike (and distrust) of the way microwave food looks, feels, tastes … (even with the 'browning' plates). But I never got rid of the thing either – for heating my almighty cups of coffee – I loooooovvvved it!  (read: addicted to the convenience; complacent in my comfort zone)

After reading an article about the dangers of microwaves in early 2009 I've weaned myself completely.  Everything but the heating up of hot drinks was easy-peezy.  We're out-of-the-loop!  

Now, it's remembering to request that restaurant Not Nuke my Food:)