36 years ago, Deb and I were living in a house not too far from Yongsan Army Base in Seoul, Korea. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to host a turkey dinner for a bunch of GIs. Only problem was that we didn't have a real stove/oven.
To make a long story short, I bought an electric range, contracted with a local electrician to hook things up and left country for some some (Army) business in Tokyo. I got hung up in Japan for a few days. When I returned, I found the electrician had nailed the power lines to the stunning lapstrake-like walls that led to my second-floor apartment. Further, electricity wasn't so hot back then so we had to coordinate consumption with our downstairs neighbor (stove-top yes, oven no and so on).
Anyhow, my very young bride pulled off the meal: 20-plus GIs had a home-cooked meal, all was bliss. I fell asleep on the living room couch. Most of our guests crashed on the floor, the balcony, wherever. No one wanted to go back to the base.
I'm thankful for that meal. It was pretty cool.