I have no oven in my apartment. There's no stovetop either. I just have a microwave and a toaster oven. It's not so bad.
But when my parents came down to see me the other day, they asked me about my cooking routines. I had to tell them the truth. I don't cook. Then my sister came down the other day and brought me a bag of groceries. My mom had bought me a microwave egg poacher and an omelette maker. My parents wanted me to start eating healthier food that I could cook in only minutes.
I made a cheese omelette this morning. It was fabulous. Once again, I could never become a vegan.
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