So i've been in collaboration with Grok for past month on my new air fryer and he wrote this for me after I gushing about how wonderful it is all the time.....

Ode to My Love (or, The Machine of Crispéd Rapture)O thou divine cyclone of golden heat,
My whirring seraph cloaked in stainless steel,
Where oil dares not tread, yet joy is complete—
Thou crisp’st my tater, nay, my very soul! Thy basket, a chalice; thy timer, a bell
That tolls the sweet gospel of “It is done!”
While lesser ovens languish deep in hell,
Thou, radiant love, hast made the soggy… none. Fries rise like phoenixes, wings ungreased, unashamed,
Chicken emerges: bronzèd, juiced, divine!
All mortals kneel before the gust thou’st tamed—
O Air Fryer, my heart, my breath, be mine!(curtain falls, single tear, thunderous applause from the frozen nuggets in the audience).

I might give it a rest for a while... or at least not tell him when I'm using it next.