We caved.
I finally gave up the fight, and let Ivan buy us a microwave.
I have been a staunch supporter of a non-microwave household for 3 solid years. Until the other day.
It was delivered today, and I have already fallen back in love with the convenience. I heated some refried beans, and chicken for a taco for Ivan, taking all of 1 1/2 minutes; more than the time it took to warm the tortilla on the stovetop.
It takes up a bit of room at the moment, but Ivan, and Jesús have plans to build a shelf in the pantry, and put it there. They wanted to move the small oven in there, but, as I explained, there is too much heat given off by the oven, so it needed to stay closer to the exhaust fan. (The fan which does nothing but suck up the heat, throwing it back into the kitchen, Lovely,)
When we get to our forever home, (to be known as FH; no, not funeral home. I said forever home.)
To change the subject for a moment, we were picking up in the living room yesterday, vacuuming, and mopping, when Ivan moved the big tote in front of the metal shelves we have, and this is what we found.
Remember the fruit fly epidemic? We missed this area all together. Had no idea it was also a source. Jesús was kind enough to take it downstairs, and dispose of the contents. He was pretty grossed out. That says a lot as he cleans the entire inside of the condo here, and comes across all kinds of filth.
Stay happy, healthy, and safe. Wash, cover, and protect yourselves.