My dad was the type of person who was on the edge of technology. He was always the first to have any new gadget. Therefore, he was the first person in their crowd to get a Radar Range. Nobody in the neighborhood trusted the thing, thinking they would get radiation or some sort of mutation if they ate food cooked in it. I knew this part of the story. What I didn't know was how my dad had to get familiar with what you could and couldn't cook in the microwave. Mom says that one day she came in and Dad had tried to make muffins. He poured the mix into the little paper cups and popped them in the microwave.
Where they promptly flattened out into pancakes.
Mom never said whether or not they ate them, but I bet it would have proved some sort of point to the neighbors.