I know, I know. It’s tempting. You’re hungry. You’re lazy. But here’s the deal: do not put that naked egg in a microwave.
It will explode. Not a little pop—a full-on volcanic eruption that smells like regret. You’ll be scraping egg bits off the ceiling while your smoke alarm sings the song of its people.
Trust me. I’ve been there. My kitchen still holds a grudge.