Listen up Fall.
I love you. You’re welcome here.
I adore you. Crunchy leaves, the sunshine and cooling temps. The end of constant boob sweat. It’s a beautiful thing. And with the wood stove added to the house in March, we’re ready to be cozy. I had my first mug of tea the other morning and it was delicious.
Rain is coming this week. It is inevitable. We’ve had an incredibly dry summer and I’m ready for the rain. I need to pick all the ripe and mostly ripe tomatoes later today. The raspberry patch will soon turn moldy. The season wraps up, and we start to spend more time on the inside.
Not like inside our own bodies. That would be creepy af.
I ended up canning four more quarts of whole tomatoes this week, and a total of seven quarts of peaches. I need to clean out the deep freeze and use up some of the strawberries and blackberries and turn them into jam and pancake syrup. Soon. That will happen soon.
Guess what came home with me this week? An air fryer.
I had no idea what an air fryer even was until a few months ago. I saw it online and was super curious. But the nice people on Facebook helped me out and explained the particulars. Basically, think of it as a mini oven that circulates hot air to make things crispy. A tiny bit of oil is needed for most of the recipes, but when I say tiny, I mean tiny. For my egg rolls, I just did a spritz of olive oil in my Misto, and it was good to go.
I have had a Target gift card in my wallet since Christmas last year. The air fryer hasn’t gone on sale since I started tracking them, but this week they were offering a $10 gift card with purchase. The night after we got it, tofu was on the menu for this recipe. So, I air-fried it. Sure did.
And it was delicious!
Friday I made some egg rolls (both sweet and savory) and they were really good as well. I’m really looking forward to cooking veggies in it. Just think of crispy Brussels sprouts, green beans, and broccoli. The possibilities are endless! I’m going to start an air-fryer board on Pinterest as soon as I find some killer recipes.
Growing up, the bathroom was right across the hall from my bedroom. At the end of the hallway is a window. For a few years after we moved into this house, I hated having to pee at night because there was a ghost there. I would dart from my bedroom to the bathroom as quickly as I could. The idea was that I would be able to get to the safety of the bathroom before that chick got me.
I am embarrassed to admit how long it was before I realized that ghost in the window was me. And damn, yes, I was that pale.