Right before the microwave incident occurred, I joked with my husband that what I was about to do was going to kill our poor old microwave.  I really didn’t believe what I was going to do was going to hurt it, honest. Honest! I had a ton of apples on hand that I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat before they went bad.  I had purchased a giant pack of “imperfect” apples that were in various states of freshness and quality.  It was a warm night and I didn’t want to heat up my oven, so I turned to my microwave as a keep-cool option.  Who knew that microwaving…