The death of a microwave and menu Spanish

I seem to be on an eggplant binge. We had eggplant parmigiana yesterday. I won't bore you with the recipe, because you should be able to find it anywhere. I used the Fanny Farmer Cookbook recipe as my starting point, but I used bread crumbs instead of flour and added some tomato sauce to the chopped tomatoes.
Now, what I like to do with left over eggplant parmigiana is make sandwiches. I think that they taste like meatball sandwiches without the meat. Not that I am against meatballs, I just never seem to think about making them when I am at the meat counter. Maybe I will remember now that I have blogged about it.
As you probably noticed from the title another one of my kitchen appliances has bitten the dust. When we returned from our vacation, our microwave went on the fritz. It's fairly new so instead of a dial for the power and another one for the timer, it has a touch pad. Some of the buttons on the touch pad stopped responding to my touch. No matter if I delicately ran my finger over the pad or poked as sternly as I could, one row of buttons refused to respond. Then magically, the microwave ( or giant square digital clock as Husband newly christened it) started to work . The other day it stopped again. We went grocery shopping and when we returned it was microwaving away with 40 minutes was left on the timer! Good thing that nothing was inside. Now it is sitting outside, unplugged while I ponder what to do. Husband is all for getting a new one, I am thinking that maybe I don't really need one at all.
I have been keeping track of the things that I routinely use the microwave for, it isn't a very impressive list.

• I use it to make oatmeal, making oatmeal on the stove doesn't take much longer, it just requires a little more mindfulness on my part.
• I use it to reheat left overs, once again, using a pan on the stove works just fine.
• I melt butter in the microwave...see above
• I bake potatoes in the microwave, I can do it in the oven instead, but that does take more planning on my part since it takes much longer.

So except for the potato baking, I haven't so far really missed the microwave. Honestly, who needs a 800 peso potato baker even if it also melts butter and reheats left overs?

I like to read other people's blogs, and while I was surfing I came across one from San Miguel de Allende and the blogger was writing about menu Spanish. In particular about ordering something called enmolada and getting something really different from what she thought she had requested. I sent her an email about my take on Spanish names for dishes, and I thought maybe some of you may be having the same problems.
Generally the prefix en means in, so enmolada means in mole, or covered in mole , enchilada is in chili or covered in chili, entomatada is in tomato or covered in tomato , the only en*ada that seems to be the exception is ensalada because that translates as salad, but following my examples would be covered with salt?
Also, if you eat too much chili and get over heated they say you are enchilado. Which is a memorable experience if nothing else.
I seem to be rambling here, but one of Son's first Yucatecan eating experiences resulted in him becoming muy enchilado. We were eating next door at the cocina economica my neighbor used to run. Son's plate included a chile habanero, which he had never seen before but recognized it as a pepper of some sort. He asked our neighbor if it was hot.
Now if you want to know if something is physically hot you ask if it's caliente, but if you are asking if it's mouth searingly spicy hot, you ask if it's picante or if it picas (¿se pica?)
Son eyed what looked to him like a mini-bell pepper and instead of inquiring "¿Es picante?" He asked "¨¿Es caliente?".
Food is never ever served at anything above room temperature here,so of course, Katy answered in the negative. Son took a tiny nibble, it didn't seem particularly hot,so he took a big bite and ate it in 2 swallows. I am not exaggerating when I say his ears turned maroon. He also got to try every remedy that anyone could think of for being enchilado.
Like I said, a memorable experience.