Gravy Gone Bad

Microwave mishaps don’t always involve a stack of CD’s, a ball of tinfoil, or a cow stuck in the stairwell. Sometimes they just involve a vintage pyrex dish and some over-ambitious gravy. Hey, it’s Monday and my mind is in a pork-induced haze from my mother force feeding me pork ribs all weekend long.

"Let me out" hollered the gravy, before I punched 0:45 onto the touchpad. Who knew it was 0:15 too much?
Who knew that 0:45 was 0:15 too much for a small bowl of liquid pork fat?