I am not a very good cook. Well I can’t cook at all. The last time I did something as foolish as that was when I was a teenager. Now, well, I can use a microwave. So yesterday I decided to fix Luke an egg and cheese sandwich. So I was happily humming along, made the sandwich, a true work of art. Everything, was in place….nicely stacked cheese and an egg, between two pieces of bread. I put it in the micro-wave and still humming waited for the ‘ding!”. Still humming happily along I opened up the door and my humming stopped and I gasped. I also said something with the word holy in it, but won’t repeat it here. The plate was still normal, but the whole sandwich had tranconfimulated into a puddle! Everything was limp, loose and covered in gently moving cheese, as it languidly, slowly, beautifully, ramsucked off the plate. I sighed and thought, there goes my gourmet TV show. Just think, unique ways to make a melted cheese sandwich; surprise your family, your date, think big, your boss, with your free flowing creativity. I scooped everything into the trash and started over, trying to be philosophical about it all, but failed. This time I did not put the timer on 3 minutes, but only on 2. It came out profundewonderfar. Luke was happy, I was happy, the first sandwich was not; well it was not eaten, so maybe it did come out the winner.