While decluttering my mother's house, we found a bunch of old cookbooks. Princess took some, but this one was left behind for a reason. Microwaves are for thawing frozen food and heating up leftovers. Princess would never cook a meal in a microwave, and Gothgrrl would never use a cookbook. But someone opened it. While I don't recall it at all, I apparently bought it for Mom, and mailed it to her with this custom poem.
I must have been bored at work.