Bachelor chow

One other thing I could use a bit of help with, and which therefore strikes me as good open-thread fodder in my absence, has to do with my upcoming change of address.

Slacktivist World Headquarters will be relocating in April. I’m leaving this lovely one-bedroom apartment here in Everybody’s Hometown and will be moving into the third floor of my girlfriend’s father’s house (picture Rudy from Season 1 of Survivor and you’re not far off).

Yes, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, I’m conducting research for a sitcom pilot for CW: He’s a retired, Irish Catholic ex-Marine, and he’s a WASP-y liberal blogger who’s dating his daughter. (We’ll be auditioning potential “wacky neighbors” in the weeks ahead. I’ve got a call in to Jaleel White’s people.)

And but so, the point here is that he doesn’t really cook either. He can grill. I can, um, microwave and boil pasta. So I’m looking for recipes, people. Simple, bachelor-proof recipes that don’t begin with the phrase “slit plastic cover to vent.”

Any suggestions?