Dadmaster Bistro #1: Zippy Zucchini!

Let's get cooking!

     Once upon a time, I didn't have a kid.  I wasn't married.  It was just me.  That meant that I had no one to impress at home.  I swore that the only kitchen appliance I needed was a microwave.
     Today, I am going to prove that Bachelor Woody and Dadmaster Woody both belong in the kitchen.  I am going to impress the world with my cooking skills, using only a microwave.

     So, first things first, I dug up a ridiculous book someone gave me, and found one of the most ridiculous-sounding recipes.  And I made it for dinner, to see if my wife would enjoy the most gourmet of bachelor cuisine!

Let's cook

Zippy Zucchini!

A zucchini... casserole... quiche... thing.

     Now, that was only a side dish, so I decided to go easy on the main course, and cook some thinly sliced steak in the microwave, too, for sammiches.  (I'm not talking about the sammiches, but trust me, they turned out well!)

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The Recipe:

My friends.  When a book ten years older than you tells you to microwave something for seven minutes, you have to take that advice with a grain of salt.  But believe it or not, that actually steamed the zucchini and onions very well!
Also, I don't know what pimiento is, other than the pepper stuff in olives.  I didn't use that.  Sounded expensive.

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The Result:

Now, one thing that wasn't called for was a tornado warning in the area.  So before we retreated to the basement, I popped my zippy zucchini in the oven, so that when Jessi came home, I could take it out of the oven, and NONE WOULD BE THE WISER!!!
It looked close enough to the picture in the book that I felt like I must have done well.
But!  How did it taste???

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The Reaction:

     Ever so nonchalantly, I asked my sweet wife (who hates vegetables), "So, how was the zucchini thing?"
     She shrugged, nodded, and gave in, "Yeah, it was pretty good!  It made zucchini bearable, which," she added, looking at the stuff, "is saying a lot."
     When she looked up, I was gesturing with excessive flourish, towards the microwave.  She knew about the microwave cookbook, and thought it was ridiculous.  But with a little help from my past self, Dadmaster Woody prevailed!

What say you, old picture of Bachelor Woody?