I imagined that, by this point in my life, I would have someone to cook for. As it happens I don’t and I don’t even have a functioning oven .

Well, that is only half true. I have a hand-me down toaster oven that is an approximate 0.25 Cu. Ft capacity. I do cook chicken, waffles, toast, 7 layer bars, and potatoes in it but in very small portions for many hours.

Last night (as well as Memorial Day), I made Tandoori Chicken in it. I’m fairly certain the recipe I used is the farthest thing from traditional Indian cooking but the food was delicious. The chicken took about 1 hour to bake and remained a little pink so I ended up popping it in the microwave for a bit just to be safe.


I’m not what you would call skilled in the kitchen but I am willing to learn and make food for people willing to sign waivers .

Oh, there isn’t really a love story or recipes but there is a monster… lurking, somewhere.

^ Note: Cooking at home and at work are entirely separate realities. At work Ducky is an immaculate example of professionalism. It is at home where her skills are questionable due largely in part to faulty equipment and a serious case of the “who gives a damn I’m the only one who is going to consume it” itus.