5 bucks

Funny, the silly little things we deny ourselves.

When Tom and I moved to Victoria, we bought new dishes.  They are lovely: white on white, with a fine silver edging.  What we didn't take onto account is that the pretty silver edging means they can't go in the microwave.

So, in the intervening years, we have had to be quite inventive on how to warm up Tom's favourite leftovers: paper towels, Tupperware, casserole dishes; the lids of said casserole dishes.

Finally, yesterday, after 12 years (12 years!), I went to London Drugs and bought two microwavable plates.

They cost me 5 bucks.

Sheesh.