Old-timers do this when they have nothing to do
I Bought an Air Fryer, and Now I’m Set for Life
At home, the old man, the cook, and the Air Fryer
This old man has a new kitchen toy
I’m old, retired and have a soft spot in my wallet for new-fangled appliances. No more standing over a hot stove like my mother did when I was a little kid. So, I brought the newest appliance dangling before the American consumer’s pocket book. Yes, I brought an Air fryer. I’m an old man with a new kitchen toy. So here’s what I did with my new toy the other night.
Last night for dinner I made the meal to top all culinary charts. What was it? Chicken breast with noodles and a side dish of peas.
Hold on a minute, this Chicken dish is special
Now, wait a minute, these weren’t ordinary chicken breasts. These chickens that gave their breast were farm-raised, grass-fed chickens. The package said so. I’m glad someone didn’t raise them in an apartment in lower Manhattan.
As all great cooks do, I prepared these farm-raised breasts in the wee morning hours. I need to back up here a moment. This evening meal took two days to be table ready — the day before, I put the frozen breast in the fridge to gently thaw.
Getting back to the wee morning hours of the day, consummating serving said meal. I did something few would think.
The secret sauce
I marinated the three chicken breasts in Jim Beam’s Maple Bourbon Barbecue sauce. The sauce was no ordinary sauce, mind you, because this sauce had a lick of American’s number one Bourbon. I read that on the bottle. Believe me. The sauce is finger-licking good.
I’ll take a brief time out here for you to read my story on the sixteen gallons of Mincemeat my dad purchased. It explains what we did with all things Brandy and Bourbon.
When evening came, my Air Fryer was hot and ready to do its wonders on those farm-raised breasts. In fourteen minutes chicken breast hit perfection.
Meanwhile, the water in my pot on the stove was boiling. Ready for no ordinary noodles, but Egg Pasta Pappardelle bronze die extruded. Please take note of that; it seems like bronze makes better pasta than steel. The bag of pasta said so.
Oh, yes, the peas. Well cooked and done in a few minutes.
My Air Fryer did not disappoint. For dessert, a slice of chocolate black forest cake. On this, I cheated; I got it at the local bakery.
Ah, take special care of the left-overs, here’s how
We had left-overs. Tomorrow we’ll call the left-overs, warm-ups. By the way, when you put the left-overs in the fridge do this. Make sure all the food is in small enough containers. The left-overs feel better touching each other. Especially the peas, they like be close to each other. Let’s do our best to make refrigerated left-overs happy again.
Now you know the rest of the story, home cooking beats dining out most times. And with an Air Fryer you’ll have more time to write.
I’m hungry,
Richard
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