Now’s about the time of year that we in the media start barraging you with best-of-the-year lists. They’re quick, highly linkable, and give us a chance to publicly pretend that we listened to some North Korean speed-metal-art-rock outfit more than we listened to Britney’s Femme Fatal (I sure didn’t). Publisher’s Weekly has a whole issue dedicated to their Best Books of 2011, but more interesting, I think, is their choice of “Worst Book Ever.”

Drumroll: Sonia Allison’s 1987 cookbook, Microwaving For One. As someone who works in publishing, I’m green with envy over a title that says so much, so simply. I could make jokes, or point fingers, but I think the inherent sadness is best represented by this Amazon review:
After the divorce my diet consisted primarily of uncooked ramen and whiskey. Occasionally I wondered aloud if I’d ever have another home cooked meal again. Then I discovered “Microwave for One” and everything changed.
My favorite chapters were:
Chapter 1: Plugging in your Microwave and You
Chapter 4: How to Wait 3 Minutes
Chapter 11 [BONUS CHAPTER]: Eating with CatsIn closing, I give this book 2 thumbs up (and a paw!). Thanks Sonia Allison!
For more glowing praise, click here.

YEAH, RIGHT, SONIA ALLISON HALLETT!
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…. good one!
i regret the timing of my next scheduled blog post.
sigh.
I have to question the wisdom of placing the microwave oven right on the dinner table, but it was the ’80s, crazy times.
Just Kidding Alison, we all love you…don’t get emo:)