I have discovered a limit to air fryers.

Hamburgers. There does not seem to be a consensus on the recipes, probably because the recipes all disagree one what a proper hamburger should look like inside. I picked a recipe that was, ‘medium, silly!’ when I’m a pretty firm believer in ‘well-done*’…

I mean, I fixed it before eating it. But I don’t see the fryer doing burgers the way I like ’em.

Moe Lane

*Steaks should be eaten at medium-rare to medium. I recognize that good, decent people like rare steaks, and at least medium-well isn’t well-done. But that’s my range.

I should bake something this week.

I’m thinking about it. Maybe a cake, maybe a pie. Definitely not something savory, although I don’t want to do something ultra-sweet, either. A thing that would go with my morning coffee would likely be best.

Thoughts and favorite recipes encouraged. Assume I have the Cooking skill, but not at expert level. I can do a roux, which means that I’ve unlocked the green and blue feats on the skill tree, but not the gold or purple ones. Counsel accordingly.

Tweet of the Day, Yes, Yes, A Thousand Times, Yes edition.

I will not speak ill of other people’s decisions with regard to cranberry sauce. This is America. You do not need my permission to be wrong.

FOUR! If four more copies of FROZEN DREAMS get sold by tomorrow…

…I will make Caramelized Bacon Onion Tarts. Link to there because the original recipe has disappeared: if I make these again, I’m going to have to go by guess and by God on the spices and whatnot. All part of the fun, really.

So get everybody you know to buy FROZEN DREAMS! And every other book, too.

Going off to try dry aged beef now (Buy my books!).

Dry aging is this process where they take meat and subject it to a specific humidity/temperature situation, at laboratory-levels of precision. It’s exactly as stupidly expensive as it sounds, but we got some combined Christmas/birthday money laid upon us, so why not? Gift money is fun money, without guilt or reason.

Still, buy my books! Just in case this stuff is addictive.

I am *so* thankful that Thanksgiving week is over.

It has been… a week. Plague, broken cars, missed vacation, kid’s birthday from Hell, my children are gonna be spending half the week keeping up their schooling from home… okay, that part is probably going to be all right. I still need a break from the break.

On the bright side: my sister-in-law responded to my appreciation of this brie cranberry pullapart bread thing with a, Did you want me to make this for Christmas? WHY YES, QUEEN OF IN-LAWS. I WOULD LIKE THAT, VERY MUCH. So I have that to look forward to in December.

So, my wife just casually threw together a complete Thanksgiving Day dinner…

…in a day, while I was in isolation. And I mean complete. Turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, stuffing, and cranberry sauce. Dessert is apparently pumpkin pie and cinnamon bagel bread pudding with whiskey sauce, because when she gets to this level it’s easy for her to maintain it.

I obviously don’t want to be in isolation, but this makes it a lot more tolerable.