TIFU by cooking a roast

I made some roast pork the other day using my air fryer. It came out lovely and cripsy and after finishing the meat, I put some vegies I had on hand in to roast with the pan juices and what was left of the marinade I’d made. Now, me being a terrible planner, I only had some potatoes, an onion (possibly two) and probably 2/3 of one of those bags of peeled garlic that I threw in there with a little extra oil and some seasoning.

Aaanyway, about ten minutes into roasting it was taking forever so I decided to see if I could “parboil” them using the pressure cooker feature on my air fryer and speed things up a bit. I popped in the pressure cooking lid, changed the setting from roast to pressure cook and set it for 5 minutes.

A few minutes later and I had a lovely brown mush as it had all pretty much disintegrated. Only the largest lumps of potato persisted; the rest was what I’m going to call a confit of sorts. It became a sort of potato-and-garlic based gravy instead of lovely roasted vegies.

Growing up poor, I learned to never waste anything, so it all got eaten. I had that “gravy” with the roast pork for my next couple of main meals and it was fucking delicious. Possibly a bit sweet, but still delightful, nonetheless.

That was yesterday.

Today my apartment is slowly turning into a gas chamber and the cat is looking for places to hide. I think I might crack a few windows and possibly ease back on the garlic next time.

TL;DR: Thought I was cooking roast vegetables, but instead I turned my intestines into a garlic-infused chemical weapon. I also may have killed my cat.