My Mom refused to have a microwave until the stove broke one Thanksgiving.
So my dad brought over the turkey in the morning, and I put it in my oven to cook. They had made most of the sides the day before, and they just needed heating up, so I sent him home with the microwave. The stove top still worked, so my Mom could make anything that required that, like the gravy.
I showed up with the turkey, and everything heated up easily in the microwave, and my mom was hooked. She had a microwave within a few days.
Then we went through that period where she cooked EVERYTHING in the microwave, even though the stove got repaired. I'd go over there for Sunday dinner, and literally everything was cooked in the microwave, including whatever meat there was.
"I cooked EVERYTHING in the microwave!"
"Yeah, Mom, I can tell. You know, your stove still works, you don't have to cook EVERYTHING in the microwave, right?"