Microwhat?

Microwhat?

In our next installment of Days of our Labs, we learn how the microwave oven was discovered on accident. 

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It’s a good thing Percy Spencer got his wife that new washing machine. Word around town is that he is making food in his little fast oven daily now. All of this food is making quite the mess of a laundry pile. Not to mention the grocery bill. Now the war is over, Mr. Spencer is looking for other fish to fry, literally.

Don't let the fancy job fool you, he had very humble beginnings. He started out as a poor boy from Maine and joined the Navy the moment he could. After hearing about those brave wireless operators on the Titanic, he taught himself electrical engineering and all the related math and science to go with it while on night watch. It's a good thing he decided to put down those books for a second and find a wife, bless him. After his time in the Navy, he worked for the U.S. government and developed radar equipment at MIT’s Radiation Laboratory to help the allied forces. Well wouldn’t you know it, after years of hard work he even received the Distinguished Public Service Award from the Navy.

Anywho, one day he was standing by that magnetron thing he works with and the candy bar in his pocket just melted right into soup all over his new pants! He thought he was onto something, so he used popcorn kernels and made himself popcorn from the invisible rays from the magnetron. Next he tried putting an egg in tea kettle near that magnetron and that egg broke all over his coworker’s face. Now I hear he is putting all sorts of food in this little box and, according to Mrs. Spencer, it cooks meat, potatoes, you name it, in no time flat! He is trying to patent his microwave cooking oven right as we speak.

It sounds like a giant mess and lots of laundry if you ask me. Although it might be pretty nice to have meals heated up at the drop of a hat.

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