My girlfriend hates microwaves.
She complains how when she defrosts chicken using it, part of the chicken becomes cooked which she thinks its gross.
She complains how the same chicken, because of the microwave, becomes wet and causes all the oil to pop up and splash everywhere.
She disagrees with any thought of heating food with the microwave. I tried heating up spring rolls in the microwave, and she blamed the soggy filling on the microwave.
The water heating jug-thing (what do you call those?) in my house is broken, so when she had a cough I offered her warm water which I had warmed using my microwave.
She refused. Because of the microwave.
For the past three weeks, we’ve been living 2 minutes apart. We’ve ate most of our meals together, most of which we’ve also cooked together. We’ve shopped together, weightlifting with kilograms of groceries afterwards. We’ve never succeeded to fulfill our promise of jogging in the morning, but we have played badminton and agreed that doing sports together improves our bonding.
The past three weeks have given me time to notice the littlest of things.
Like how she hates bread when it’s not toasted.
Like the amount of nutella she likes to have on her bread (hint: not much)
Like how she doesn’t drink fresh milk without cereal.
Like the proportion of salt and pepper she likes to have on her chips.
Like how she never peels potatoes before using them.
Like how she jumps back when oil splashes from the pan.
LIke how she folds her sajadah.
Like the same way she opens the kitchen door everytime I come knocking.
Like, well, a lot of other, more miniscule things, really.
The past three weeks have shown me that we have a lot of fundamental differences that neither of us are willing to put aside (such as microwaves).
But in between those differences, in between the sauteed broccoli and fruit pastilles, every day I am faced with the ultimate truth:
My love for her can only grow stronger <3