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The Bad Cooks Guide to Air Fryers
A cautionary tale
I got an air fryer today. It is my newest purchase in my never-ending quest to cut down on chores so I can do what I want. I have many non-negotiable things that I have to do.
Just keeping up with my own slovenly habits keeps me working late into the night. Throw in 8 cats and an 81-year-old man who is a pack rat, and I only get about 5 hours of sleep a night. Don’t worry, I’m an insomniac; I have never gotten more than 5 hours a night.
I’m also a slow writer. Not exactly slow, more distracted. Most of my discipline fell out of my left ear when I turned 75 years old. I have at least six projects partially started, including a book that has been ruminating for five years. Luckily, the brain doesn’t produce gas, so my head won’t blow up.
I just have too much to do. I have the ambition of a 16-year-old writer with the stamina of a sloth.
I seem to think that if I buy kitchen gadgets, I can somehow buy back time and increase my efficiency.
Like the definition of insanity, I keep doing the same thing over and over and believe that these products will help.
Meanwhile:
The air fryer seems to be doing the job. I started the chicken wings 23 minutes ago, and they smell delicious. I kept it…
