It's been several decades, but I still remember the time Debbie and I cemented our friendship. Something was said about a kitchen being wasted space. "Who needs one, anyway?"
Despite my affinity for gadgets, I don't enjoy cooking.
But every now and then I forget. Case in point -- Jack (Ship's Log) recently posted about making a delicious turkey breast in their air fryer.
Mind you, I've never made a turkey in my life. But a small breast in the air fryer? I can do that!
Because our Ninja Foodi's on the small side, I opted for a 3# Butterball. "No need to defrost!" it boasted. Unfortunately, I soon realized there was no way it would fit in our air fryer. That's okay ... it was 25* outside. I don't mind turning on the oven.
90 minutes later, I'm ready to check its internal temperature. I grabbed a couple potholders, then stared in dismay. "Tom, come here! Hurry!" He's all grumble-bumbley: "What IS it?"
Then he looks. "Oh, my God!"
Ya, the Pyrex had split in two!
Thank goodness, the bird's juices were still secure in the little baggie. But it took not one, not two, but THREE temp checks to assure me it was safe to consume.
I was under-whelmed. At least Tom enjoyed his with loads of gravy and dressing.
