Tikka Spice – Albuquerque, New Mexico
“Fly once more like you did before, Sing a new song chicken tikka!” ~Chiquitita Misheard Lyrics You might think by virtue of my name and then gangling gait, school mates at St. Anthony’s in Penasco would have tagged me with the nickname “Gilligan.” Instead, because I was considered a bit of a brainiac prone to sesquipedalian lexicon, my nickname was “The Professor.” It was a sobriquet worn like a badge of honor. Professor Roy Hinkley was my hero, a brilliant scientist marooned on an uncharted desert isle with six other stranded castaways. The Professor built such cool gadgets as a Geiger counter, lie detector, battery charger and much more…usually with coconut shells, wire and papaya seeds. The Professor, in fact, built almost everything the castaways needed to ensure their comfort and safety (including phones, lights and rudimentary pedal-powered motor cars). The only thing he couldn’t figure out was a way to patch the U.S.S. Minnow to effect an escape from the tropical island nest. Considering my frustrations at not being able to prepare Indian food, I wonder if The Professor would have been able to master that confoundingly complex art. Scratch that! Anyone who’s able to make nitroglycerine from…