Well… the good news is I’m alive y’all… after using my new electric pressure cooker for the first time on Sunday night. There were no wayward flying food particles and/or explosions and I durn well didn’t have to spend the night scraping pasty stuff off the cieling. I’d call that one a success right there… especially for someone of my skill level. Stop it… I hear you… there was a skill level… it’s greater than zero, but probably less than one… but it’s still a dagnabbed level.
This here is what my pressure cooker looks like… except with less asparagusses and certainly none of that porky majiggers stuffed with mouse turds. Of course, I was all anxiety ridden… mostly because I despise instruction manuals. They’re usually useless. Let’s write this as vague as we possibly can and then make anxiety girl pull her follicles out of her head. Then, they refer you to this poorly drawn diagram that tells me absolutely nothing. Here’s what needs to happen… some law needs to be passed where all instruction manuals must be written at a Kindergarten level and then painstakingly illustrated by Thomas Kinkade (what!?!?!?!? He’s the painter of light… light equals knowledge which equals brain power which pretty much guarantees that mine will absorb something!)
Anywho… what ended up happening was I couldn’t figure out how to get the dagblasted lid on the top of the cooker. Could NOT FIGURE IT! I was reading the instructions like it wasn’t no thing, and of course I hadn’t attempted to put it on before I started the cooking process, so I ended up cooking my stoup (not a mispelling… by the time I figured everything out, it was cooked to the consistency of wallpaper paste) approximately 20 minutes longer than it should have cooked. I called Madre over to help… nothing. I called Padre over to help… nothing. So, now you have 3 people around this teensy little pot, trying to sauder down the lid with a hammer. I about dumped out the stoup and headed right to the store to return it… and then I vowed I’d never eat again… EVER (you see how irrational I get when trying to read instruction manuals). I finally went to look at the picture on the box the cooker came in and voila! Discovered we were trying to put the lid on with the handles facing the wrong direction. Pictures… SEE… Pictures make the world go round. Thomas Kinkade… get hired by the folks at Cuisinart… it’s obvious your career is going nowhere… might as well help we cooking savants of the world out!
Madre tried using it again tonight… she made a beef stew and then afterwards some rice pudding, which both turned out just lovely… according to her anyway. I’m going to have to play around with the thing. Vegetarian stew is next on my list… and then I might be tackling soaking beans to make me some chili! I best get used to it… I checked the box… it did NOT come with a personal chef!
Question of the Day: Have you ever cooked using a pressure cooker? Any recipe ideas or tips?