Mark hasn't been feeling well so I've been allowed into the kitchen lately to prepare a few meals. It was just about seventeen years ago that Mark took over my kitchen and he has made a few changes. What used to be a very user friendly place, seeing as how I was the only prior user, has now become a mine field of potential injury and death. In my single days my kitchen equipment consisted of a couple of plates (You never know when you might have company), a couple of coffee mugs (Even though I never made coffee), a cereal bowl, one large spoon that I used to eat cereal with, and a half dozen forks and knives. I had no blender, no mixer, no Panini grill, but I did have a microwave, a frying pan, a sauce pan, and a large pot for making jambalaya. If you opened my kitchen cabinets you would find some salt and pepper, and possibly some raisins (I like raisins) but very little else. In the fridge would be a steak and some pork chops along with frozen Brussels sprouts. That was all, and is why I weighed fifty pounds less than I do now.