Aw, crumb...

*Brushes off keyboard*

Ahem.

I don't cook.

If it were entirley up to me (and thankfully, it isn't) I would subsist on things bagged, boxed, nuked and ordered by phone. Yup I have wicked mad culinary skillz when it comes to opening things and punching buttons.

Oh yeah - there's also the Tassimo coffee maker. I can work that sucker like I'm some kinda wizard let me tell you... Okay - so it also consists of puching buttons. Okay, actually, just one button. It's all in the wrist-action! Not just anybody can do that, you know...

Beyond my beloved Tassimo - or "Coffee-Bot" as I like to call it - my writing sustenance, on the days when I am home and usually hunkered down in The Nook (er - that would be my office), consists of whatever my darling food-make-goer brings me. It's actually a pretty sweet deal.

There I am, typing away. Suddenly, something smells good. I look down and lo, behold, there is a dish of yummy food at my elbow. It's like magic. Today it was macaroni and white cheddar for lunch. Dinner was blackened chicken and vegetables. It's like the Faerie have come and left me sneaky magic Faerie Food while I was busy typing! Which is only appropriate, considering the kind of books I'm writing.

Beyond that, any further nosh is whatever I can eat one-handed without getting too many crumbs on the keyboard. Be advised, recent experiments pretty much rules out further forays into the Lay's Sour Cream and Onion bag.