I’ve never been a fan of the microwave. Just never trusted it. In the U.S., I certainly never microwaved anything that would go into the mouth of my child and got angry when my Brazilian husband did. I was also surrounded by other mothers who shared my views on the machine’s evil powers.
But my experiences thus far in Brazil indicate that the Brazilians love to microwave! Especially the kids’ meals. The housekeepers prepare a load of food in advance and it all gets heated up with radio waves when the little ones are ready.
So this evening, to immerse myself in the culture, I microwaved my daughter’s dinner that a baba cooked for her a couple days ago. Ok, really I did it because I’m tired and don’t feel like heating it up in a pan. But it’s still Brazilian (to me, especially since a baba – nanny – was the one who originally cooked the food) and not something you’d catch me doing in my home country.