Time to say farewell to February. Normally one of my favourite months because of its brevity and the first signs of Spring. This year February has been a wash out and if the first signs of Spring are out and about it has been hard to spot them in the driving rain.

The sun appeared a few times this week, enough to show me that some home chores needed to be done. Not quite enough for yard chores.

I don’t know if the water finally got to me or a cleared up kitchen,but after years of procrastination an Air fryer appeared in our kitchen courtesy of some sort of instant decision fairy.

I believe there is only a tissue thin barrier between procrastination and sponteneity

I think she was hiding under these gorgeous little daffodils on the slopes of Mount Wise.

Maybe she was just the Wise Fairy of Mount Wise. Whoever she was the next few weeks will be filled with air fried experimentation. Because the weather is not set to improve greatly once March arrives and a wise fairy would know that.

I am particularly excited to make Scotch eggs. Normally made with a deep fat fryer. I have never owned a deep fat fryer. My mother set our newly built house on fire with a deep fat fryer. Barely had the ink on the house purchase contract dried, when the sparkling state of the art kitchen was just a blackened shell. My mum blamed unfamiliarity, my dad blamed the Cordon Bleu cookery course she was attending. Me and the cat kept out of the way. Probably both accusations were partially correct.

Cordon Bleu cookery was a little bit fancy for mid-week and the cooker knobs were unfamiliar.

Now I have lived fairly contentedly for more than fifty years never deep frying anything. The idea that air-frying is a safer alternative seems just the thing to take my mind off a murky March. If it does not spark enough joy to pull me through more bad weather the wise Fairy of Mount Wise is going to have to think of something else.