We bought an air fryer earlier this year, and we have only used it as a pressure and slow cooker. I can’t give a statistic, but I would bet that many families have these devices stored away in a closet – unused since acquisition. There is a bit of packrat in all of us, I think.
Our most recent trip to the movies was to see Jurassic World: Dominion – the first movie that we have seen in the theater in two years. We like to go to the Alamo theater near our home. They serve draft bears, wine, some delectable burgers, and Fried Pickles. I love their fried pickles. We ordered them at the dinosaur movie, and they were not as I had remembered them. The pickle spears were cut more narrowly – like French Fries. Shit!
After we came home, I told Susan that we needed to make our own fried pickles. In the following days, I acquired the ingredients to an online recipe for this treat. Today, Susan made them. They didn’t come out meeting my expectations. I think that the exotic pickles that I bought at the Central Market had odd spices; Vlasic pickles would have been better. Perhaps the Panko could have been crushed more finely – my bad.
In any case, cooking, like sex, requires practice to achieve the satisfaction that we seek in either endeavor. I’m going to find some Vlasic pickle spears, pound the Panko to make it a bit finer, and try again. Rome wasn’t built in a day.
