Fresh food is less authentic anyway.
Occasionally we have enough leftovers from dinner to fill another plate. And so we fill that plate and put it in the fridge for later consumption. I say later, but usually that really just means that same night. Because of my weird schedule, I get hungry again around midnight, with two hours still ahead of me. Into the microwave it goes.
Look, I know full well that if I want to do it right I should put it in the oven or a frying pan instead. But it’s midnight, I’m not looking to make more dirty dishes. I just want to fill my stomach. And honestly, I’ve started to really like that radiated food experience.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m 100% sure that I’d grow to hate it if I ate proper meals of the stuff more regularly. Every so often’s nice though. The microwave adds this kind of fuzzy layer over the food’s taste and texture. If you’ve ever re-heated things, you probably know what I’m talking about.
Warm leftovers during a cold night, nothing comfier.