I donât own a microwave. Iâve used them. Pretty good for re-heating coffee and cold pizza. But other than that, no thanks.
I donât own a microwave. I still eat them. cold ânâ raw. (hangs self)
Bah! Iâm single and I make my OWN starchy meals!
(Pork pie.)
"Microwaveable meals for self-loathing, pathetic losers like you"
Look for them in the Frozen Sodium Aisle!
I live on Marie Callendar meals. Mmmm nom nom nom nom.
With only slight changes could be the ad campaign for Soylent.
In its defense there were conventional oven instructions on the back of the box, for pathetic fucking losers who want to try and fool themselves into thinking that theyâre âcookingâ a meal, and that it will somehow restore normalcy to their lives, or remind them of happier days, but who know down at the bottom of the black blasted alcohol and vomit filled pit where their heart used to be that any vestige of the old happy days are gone, that Marie and the kids are gone, and theyâre never ever coming back.
So theyâre not strictly âmicrowaveâ meals.
If youâre going to photograph food, please learn about light balanceâŚ
That was taken on a whim with a cheap webcam.
Anyway, even proper lighting wouldnât make the filling in that pie look any less like chilled vomit.
this⌠hit a little too close to home ( ._.)
I donât even know what youâre talking about.
I used to eat a lot of TV dinners when I was a teen(ager). 
What with your manic grin, Iâm wondering if that isnât long-pork. 
Iâd rather pull grass out of the ground and eat it. I last had a microlife meal in about '95, and found it so disgustingly salty I couldnât finish it.
Something about the name âHungry Manâ struck me the wrong way. âStarvin Marvinâ a convenience store attached to iirc BP station evoked similar feelings of âfunctionalâ rather than âenjoyableâ food.
Heeeyyyyyyy, I was trying to imitate the look of deranged joy expressed by characters in 1950s food advertisements.
