Tandoori Chicken

What do you think of when you hear or read Tandoori Chicken? 

I think about a dog walking up a ladder.  No shit.  I know you can bridge the correlation. 

It's amazing to me how certain things bring up the oddest memories or thoughts.  Like whenever I hear someone mention Mr. Dress Up, it happens so often, I automatically go back to my parents living room, where I would sit on the carpet watching my "boyfriend" on the black and white television saying things like "Oh garu."  What does Mr. Dress Up conjure up for you?  Do you even know who he is? 

So why, you ask, does Tandoori Chicken remind me of a dog walking up (and down!) a ladder?  Well, many, many years ago - I was probably 22 or 23 - my then boyfriend (who went on to become my ex husband) and I were living in Toronto.  We were invited to have dinner at the home of one of his co-workers and his wife.  All I remember from the evening was their dog would walk up and down a 7' step ladder in the back yard and his wife (the co-worker, not the dog) made Tandoori Chicken for dinner.  I recall thinking "Ok, I know mom makes chicken for Sunday dinner and I know Mary Brown makes it and puts in a bucket, what the hell is Tandoori Chicken?" 

I'm bringing this up now because I realized yesterday, when I was making my Tandoori marinade, how much I have learned throughout the years.  Between reading, television, the internet, people I have met and places I have gone, I've accumulated so much knowledge it's amazing to me.  Sometimes I have to stop and realize that not everyone is as "spong-like" as I consider myself to be.  There have been, on numerous occasions, when I have mentioned something to whomever I was with and they didn't know what I was talking about.  Is it just me, do I absorb more or is everyone like this - just absorbing information about different things than I?  For example, the love of my life (you know who you are) asked me a question the other day about the Royal Family (Queen Elizabeth and the bunch), I looked at him and said "I cannot believe you don't know that."  But the more I thought about it the more I realized, perhaps he just doesn't care so he wouldn't have absorbed anything about the Royal Family.  Ask him (my love) about muscles and exercise and supplements - he's more knowledgable than anyone I have ever met.  It's becuase that's what he's passionate about isn't it?

I'm just getting it.  It's all making sense to me now.