I called my mom yesterday and told her that I wrote about her on the blog and she said, “I hope you lied and wrote me in such a way that I only sounded nice.”
After assuring her that I would only paint her in the most positive light, we moved on to the subject of pressure cookers and she was thrilled beyond words that I had finally seen the light and got one of my own. She then promptly went into full mom mode and started telling me how to use it properly and then accused me of cheating when she found out that I had ordered an electric one.
What fun is a pressure cooker if there’s no risking of life and limb?
I decided it might behoove me to read the instruction manual before attempting dinner, and for something that was supposed to be perfectly safe, it sure had a lot of BOLD CAPITAL LETTERS spelling the word “WARNING“.
I chose stew meat for my first project because I have a general sense of how long I’d cook it on the stove (3 hours) or in the crockpot (8 hours) to make it tender and I wanted to see how much time it would save me. The cooker has a browning function which allowed me to brown the meat in the pot, then I dumped the other ingredients on top of it and then spent about 165 hours making sure the lid was on tight.
You have never seen OCD in all its finest glory.
I pushed the button, ran for cover, and THIRTY MINUTES LATER, the machine beeped, nothing had exploded, I had only yelled “DON’T TOUCH THE PRESSURE COOKER” twice to my boys, and dinner was ready.
This could change my life.
Have a nice day.