The Gentlething came back, exhausted and bone weary, from the Renaissance Faire. Somewhere deep in teir bones was the urge, defying exhaustion and common sense, to cook. Thinking little of teir own (terribly untrained and unpracticed) ability, te pulled out a frozen chicken breast and some random spices and threw them together in an utterly counterintuitive manner. Te used lime juice, minced garlic, yellow mustard, and a few commercial seasoning blends and seared the unholy life out of the chicken. Te tasted it, expecting the worst.

Serendipitously, however, what te got was the best blackened chicken te had ever tasted. Juicy, flavorful, tangy, sharp with many gleaming facets of brilliant flavor and aroma.

Thus, Serendipity Black is born.