Let's Air Fry Something!

Well, it came. Of course it arrived when Mr. Moon wasn't here so I had to heft it in myself from where the driver guy left it in front of the fence. And although it's not as heavy as a horse, it is pretty heavy. 
It's very much like the one I had but with different controls and supposedly you can grill in this one too but I doubt I'll be using that function. No need with all the iron skillets I have. 
I can't say that I am thrilled with the lifespan of its predecessor but I'm hoping that miraculously, this one will last a lot longer. I really should have taken it to a repair shop to see if it could be fixed. Are there still repair shops? Anyway, I'm glad to have this one. It is such a handy little appliance that I use frequently. 

Y'all- ten minutes ago the sunset sky was unbelievable. On fire, not just to the west but to the south and the north as well. We do not get a straight-shot clear view of the sunset but once in awhile it is incredibly dramatic, not so much in spite of the trees but because of them. 

I love the moss on the tree on the right there. And all the tiny delicate twig branches on the other bare pecan. 

Oh my goodness. And in a breath and a sigh, all the pink was gone, replaced by gray. 

I have not accomplished diddly squat today. Hank- what's the origin of that expression? I could look it up but you've been my google since before there was a google. 

Anyway, no. I did not accomplish a darn thing. I made our Sunday breakfast and I have to say that my biscuits were exceptionally fluffy today. Also, I broke no yolks. And I cooked some of the sausage that Mr. Moon brought home from Tennessee because of course they make the best sausage in Tennessee. 
Well, maybe. But it is good. 

I baked a loaf of sourdough that I started yesterday and for some reason, it's more hockey puck than bread. Oh well. I also did what I do best which is to take leftovers and make more leftovers out of them. Today's version of that story started out with a little less than half of a jar of pasta sauce. It was really good pasta sauce or I would have thrown it away by this point. But it was very nice and so I browned some ground venison and added onions and garlic and peppers and chopped fresh tomatoes. Then I dumped in the old pasta sauce, a can of tomato paste, and a can of tomato sauce. The regular spices went in and it's been simmering for at least two hours on my stove's low, low, low burner setting. I've got greens from the garden to make a salad with and oh yes- that poor, dense sourdough. 
Bless its little sourdough heart. 

I finished listening to a book I really enjoyed by an author (Lisa Jewell) who seldom disappoints me. She writes what I guess are crime novels but she also is very good at mysteries about families with secrets. Don't all families have secrets? She's excellent at pacing, at characters, at detail. And since she's English and the books are set in England, the narrators are English as well and just that alone can make a huge difference in the enjoyment of listening to a book. 
We Americans really do love to think that anyone with an English accent is whip smart, well-mannered, and probably went to boarding school. It's just the way we are. 

So after I finished listening to that, I downloaded a Robert B. Parker novel, narrated by Burt Reynolds. I am not at all ashamed to admit that I enjoy a good Robert B. Parker novel and shame does not enter the picture at all when I speak of Burt Reynolds. 
I love him. Or...loved him. I mean, he's dead as is Robert B. Parker but the combination of Parker and Reynolds is as good as bread and butter, peanut butter and jelly, fried shrimp and hot sauce and...oh hell. I don't know. Horses and carriages. Mama lips and baby necks. 

I have written about Burt before because obviously I've been writing this blog for so long that I've mentioned every human being of any sort of note by now. The post I linked also discusses aging, August and Levon as babies, and politics. 

So I'm enjoying listening to that book which is "Small Vices."

When I got up this morning, there were two deer standing in the back yard, just having a nosh of what's growing. I called to Glen and he came and watched them with me. He said they were a mama and an older yearling. 

And he should know. I loved seeing them, and tonight we shall eat some very distant relative of theirs. 

It will be good and we will appreciate it and give thanks for its life.

Love...Ms. Moon