Air Frying is the Compromise We All Love

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*This post is sponsored by Phoenix Trading Company. I was given an air fryer in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts are my own.*

In the world of home appliances, I have both too many, and too few. Recently I got a new kitchen appliance that has brought about some good.

See, we have had a bit of a problem in our marriage since day 1.

I LOVE fried food.

Erik hates it.

So some of my favorite meals, he only picks at. He doesn’t like the grease, slime, general heaviness of fried anything.

IMG_20160712_181256590When I was approached to try out this Air Fryer, I jumped at the chance.

What better compromise could this nearly-14 years married couple make than air frying?

No greasy food, just pure taste. At least, that was the hope. Hubs wasn’t so sure once he heard about it, and saw the thing.  But, I persisted.

I made the one meal I love to make often, and hubs has always liked the taste of, but not the frying.

Breaded lemon chicken (just call me Debra Barone).

IMG_20160712_181514433I did everything the same as I always did, but instead of fighting dropping it in a pan, I set it in a basket, spritzed it with some olive oil spray and slid it into the cooker. Ten minutes later, they were done.

Bonus points I didn’t even think of?

  1. I didn’t have to worry about the chicken being cooked through in the middle. Normally in oil I either get the breading burned, and the inside isn’t cooked…or vice versa. In the air fryer every single piece was perfection, from the thickest to the thinnest.
  2. Oil burns be gone!  See, I have a bad habit of getting burned by everything I cook in oil or in its own grease (hello bacon, my delicious nemesis). Holy cow is it nice to be able to not worry about that. My hands, arms, and even my face are free from grease splatter.
  3. If I was just cooking for one or two of us, I could have slipped our whole meal in one basket as their cooking time was the same. However, there were four of us, so I had to spread it out. Still, for a quick lunch, I’m all over this.
  4. It’s a smaller kitchen appliance that can either sit on your counter, or slip into a cabinet should you have a tiny kitchen with no counter space like me. 😉
  5. Did I mention the no oil thing? A little spritz of olive oil instead of sitting in pools of oil will help keep me out of that plus size clothing 😉
  6. My husband eats the food. Scarfed it down, actually.

IMG_20160712_181239984So we had a delicious meal. Perfectly cooked chicken, potatoes and cauliflower. A meal that everyone ate up, and turned out to be easy as pie.

Oooh, pie. That’s something I should make next. Little mini pies in no time flat.

You in with me?  I can help you with that super easy.

Because I’m sharing a giveaway for a Todd English 1500W 3.3 qt Touchscreen Air Fryer w/ Filter & Accessories !!!


Seriously, you want in. Soon as I get that pie recipe done, I’ll share it with you. I’m on it tonight.


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About Phoenix Trading Company (PTC):

First, we’re not in Phoenix, Arizona. Never have been (we’re in Boston). Our name refers to the

mythical bird, the Phoenix, which is reborn to soar again. Our clothes and other products are

sort of like that. We buy large volumes of out-of-season, overstock and clearance designer

merchandise from national retailers and TV shopping channels, then pass the savings to

you—on average offering our goods at 60% below retail. And by the way, the pictures of shoes

and clothing you see on our site are the actual items that you’ll get in the mail. Nothing photo-

shopped here.

People seem to like us. We started in 2001 in 700 square feet subleased from a machine shop,

and have grown to be one of eBay’s top three women’s clothing sellers. We’re also an eBay top-

rated plus seller. Not that we’re bragging. It’s just true.

There is something we’re kind of proud of, though: A third of our workforce are people who are

housebound, either through physical disabilities or childcare responsibilities, and who would

otherwise not be able to have a job. And honestly, we couldn’t function without them.

So, that’s us in a nutshell. Phoenix Trading Company, bringing you style and savings at the click

of a mouse.

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by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.

40 – And Still Hitting My Stride

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authoravToday I turned 40 years old.

I didn’t fear this day.

I still am not upset. I don’t feel like I’ve crested a hill, or that anything is going downhill.

This weekend I ghost hunted.

Went to an exotic animal sanctuary.

Spent time alone with my husband.

I am not where I plan to be in the future, but I am good where I am.

I am about to have one of my birds fly the coop, and the other two are out of elementary school with eyes on the future. I have a husband to whom I’ve been happily married for nearly 14 years. I have a dog, and a fish, and I’m able to work the job of my dreams (writing) when I can.

I am working on my 45X45 list, and have knocked out a few of those dreams this year. Now that I’m 40, I may take another gander at it to see what I may wish to change.

Either way, I am 40. I am embracing it without fear or upset.

Because 40 is awesome. 40 is when I feel like I’m coming into my own.

Hello 40.

by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.

It’s a Doctor’s Office – Not a Vaudeville Stage

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IMG_20151110_104104We waited a month for this visit.

In the grand scheme of “waiting for a specialist”  times that has ever been for us – a month isn’t bad.

Still. We waited a month. Worried over her shoulder, and what the doctor would say. Our geneticists suggestion of “Connective tissue disorder” ringing in our ears.

We worried.

Hoped for the best, expected the worst.

Wondered over whether there’d be an MRI. Or possible surgery.

Of all our fears we never once expected it to become what it was.

We never expected to be left wondering how a visit to a specialist would turn into a horrible vaudeville joke.

“It clicks when she does this.”

“Well, then don’t do that.”

~blink blink~

You would think I was exaggerating.

But I’m not.

None of our concerns were truly addressed.

We were dismissed with a prescription for therapy for “Scapular strengthening”. Told that she shouldn’t click her shoulder. And that was that.

No words about the connective tissue question.

He barely touched her shoulder, only tested her strength.

The geneticist spent more time on her shoulder than this doctor. He didn’t check to see if her arm dislocated like the referring doctor did.

An X-Ray.

A bad vaudeville joke (and he wasn’t even kidding).

And no answers.


I don’t even know where to go from here.




by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.