Cooking is a foolish endeavor! Why, oh why did I live a life of luxury in the king’s castle? I never knew how food was prepared. It was just brought to the banquet hall thrice daily and we feasted, never having to worry about silly things like how it was made. I always assumed that chicken drumsticks were summoned via portal to some sort of chicken drumstick dimension, and the same for pork crackling. Long had I desired to visit the pork crackling dimension, but I never wanted to ask in case there was no such thing and I looked terribly silly.

Now I’m standing here, looking at a commercial oven and wondering exactly what sort of animal fits inside such a thing, and what happens inside that makes it ready for putting onto a plate and being eaten. I have such a thing in my own apartment, but that oven is very small and could fit only a few chickens, or perhaps a very small pig. This is my very first day as part of this company that carries out cleaning. After a few minutes of scrubbing I am simply itching to use magic to scour it clean. I would have no compunctions, except my boss is constantly peering over my shoulder and my memory charms are quite poor. I can never remember how the incantation goes, and I forget the exact hand gesture.

Nonetheless, I think this is now an opportunity to see how the people cook their food, which will be useful for how I cook MY food, because I’ve been eating raw noodles for the last week and I think the sodium is starting to affect me. You’d think I’d be used to that by now.

Suppose I should get on with cleaning this equipment…by hand, for the time being. Why do commercial steamer have to be so BIG? One could fit a small toaster oven in here. Maybe that’s what it’s for?