Cook until it smells done
Old school: put the meat in a hot oven and come back when the odor overcomes any fear you might have about eating it too rare. New school: put the meat into the air fryer, start the timer, and come back when the odor says done. Similar results, I hope.
Another day of summer. Out to the deck to enjoy my coffee in the sun. The only element lacking is conversation. Does talking to yourself count?
I’ve been asked to get the drums ready. I’ll skip the hack story, but this involves a young father hoping to amaze his children. Prove that Dad is as coot as can be. Personally, my own father would have deplored the racket, but we’re in a different time. Maybe small people are keen on someone pounding the skins. I should record the seesion. For those moments In winter, when the show from last July is a distant memory.
I just tested my meat, which is cooking without science. Almost ready. Having dined at KFC, a bit of pink doesn’t scare me. This is similar, although the colour escapes me. I’ll let you know how it turns out. Or you can watch the headlines. My main goal is to prevent fire. Confession: I haven’t cooked over an open fire in decades. Probably remember more than I think. Is my nose still the arbiter?\Back to the kitchen. I could have opened a can of soup, or made some cheese sandwiches, but this seemed like abetter alternative. I am so adventurous! Next time around, I’ll go for something cooked and then placed in refrigerator for later.
