For years, an air fryer sat in its box in the corner of my dining room. It was covered with paper takeout bags and reusable grocery bags, chips and candies, random detritus and the like, often completely disappearing from my view and consciousness.
It was a random, likely never-to-be-used item that had been purchased in a particularly devastating time period after my dad passed away. My mom, brother and I learned that Bed Bath & Beyond was having a wild sale in which air fryers were being offered for an inexplicably cheap price. In a stupor, we bought one, trudging it home where it eventually came to rest in the dining room corner, never to be acknowledged.
