Went out and bought a hot air fryer. I've been wanting one. So what did I have??? Chicken fried mushrooms with a side of strawberries and yogurt. I used King Trumpet mushrooms, cleaned and then dipped in a chicken seasoned flour mix, to give a light coating of flour. Next, they were dipped into an egg, salt and pepper mixture and then back into the chicken coating mix. (The outside must be somewhat dry before going into the fryer so the mushrooms don't stick to one another. ) Roll, dip and roll again is just the way I do it. I ate four of them. Yummy!

Was rummaging around in an abandoned barn down the street and managed to find an old feed-bag half full of some soggy oats covered by a thin layer of fuzzy mold. Toted it home and threw them in a pot on the stove to warm them up. Went outside and scooped a mug of muddy water from a rut in my driveway. Took it inside and stuck it in the microwave for a few seconds, then added a few drops of sour milk I had been saving for a special occasion. I like my oats sweet, so once they were warm I took the half-eaten lollipop I found last week and stirred it around in them a couple of times. Ahhh... Breakfast... The most important meal of the day...

Pond scum, frog water, and a glass of sand, well ... when I say a glass, it's really just an empty peanut butter jar that I found along side the road, but you tell that to the kids of the world today and they won't believe you.

On the stovetop, I'm making a skillet of turkey sausage with onions, peppers, tomatoes, garlic, and rice.

In the oven, I'm baking a batch of chicken.

I'm doing both because my mother-in-law and I like the rice and onions dish. My partner refuses to eat anything with rice or onions. I have to cook a lot to keep peace in the family.
Tom

That squirrel trap I worked on for so long, just outside the side window, on the fence, finally paid off. Oh thank you oh god of clear fishing line. I heard some chattering and thumping on the side of the house, and rushed in anticipation to the side window, to see the old grey, beaten by ingenuity and hunger, flailing to get free of his inevitable end of days foot noose that has so elegantly hung his demise out for all to see and hear...I was filled with pride and promise of a good meal...how should I cook my worthy adversary, I thought...an open fire, or one crispy blow torched limb at a time, dipped in the one remaining bottle of a1 sauce maybe? My head was spinning. I rushed outside, and swung gandolf hard, against the fence...knocking him into a stunned twitch of unconsciousness...the swiftness of my movements only matched by my undying primal hunger fueled by my genetic need for survival. I stopped abruptly, standing between the brilliant whiteness of the fence, and the blood redness of the weathered unyielding permanency of the brick wall of my house, starring down at the complexity and simplicity of the wonderful creature laying in my hands. A wave of remorse for my actions washed over me, as a tear of acknowledgement of a fellow living creature, that twitched a dance to the brutality of its demise...I cried...then sunk my teeth into its midriff. I devoured its still live body with the ferocity needed to crush and swallow its small but life giving skeletal structure. Fuck the a1 sauce, the voice in my head repeated...fuck the a1 sauce. I walked back into the house, pulling the fishing line from my teeth, thinking...what am I going to have tomorrow?

Am thinking of Gallah, as there is a good sized flock nearby. I'll get him with my souvenir boomerang.**

After dressing the bird, I shall plonk him into a large pot of boiling water, then add a large rock. After vigorously boiling for 5 hours (replacing the water as needed) I shall remove and discard the bird and eat rock withChilli sauce. .

**as it turns out, I do I actually know how to throw a boomerang; concave curve facing out.

@doG: Sheeesh! All that trouble for a damn squirrel! I get a brown paper bag and just walk across the street to the local pet shop. They think I have a pet snake and so they give me hamsters and mice for just fifty cents each.

I just turn on the deep fat fryer, walk to the pet shop, and when I come home the oil is ready. Dump the little critters into the oil, answer a few posts on AR, and the little varmints are ready for snacking. A little side of ketchup with a splash of Tabasco and it's just like eating fried pork rinds with soft chewy centers. YUM! No work, no fuss, and no fishing line between my teeth.

I was lucky enough to get ahold of a couple of cases of gorgeous roma tomatoes so canned a dozen pints of marinara sauce. (I do a lot of canning.) Thinking of making chicken parm or spaghetti tonight.

A Quizno opened on the street level of the apartment I live in. I had an Italian sub with iced tea and mandu. That sub was the best tasting thing I have had in 20 years. Just like home. I opened the wrapper, took the first bite and suddenly it was gone. I could have eaten 3 of them. I will be returning to the big Q!