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.: 8.24.2009 

"Would you like to play Global Thermonuclear War?" what Hubby asked me last night as I unboxed my new pressure cooker. (Presto, 8qt, stainless steel, if you are keen on pressure cookers.) "I mean," he continued, correcting himself, "are you going to cook something?"

Americans, it seems, are trained to fear pressure cookers. I only finally bought one under pressure from my Naughty Indian Coworker. Her argument: "My pressure cooker comes from a third-world country and its not killed anyone yet." Surely, I thought, modern first-world pressure cookers are no longer the deathtraps we've been lead to believe they are. (They're not. Apparently the Swiss redesigned them. Go Swiss!)

So I pretty much bought one that was as large as I could afford without being aluminum. This is both a nod to my mother's fear of developing Alzheimer's and a silent prayer that some day I'll have a kitchen with an induction cooktop, which requires either cast iron or stainless steel. The brand had good reviews both about the product and the customer service from the company.

I soaked a mix of kidney, black, and pinto beans yesterday, meaning to try the cooker out this evening, but I couldn't wait. At 1am, in went the beans, a large can of diced tomatoes, a roughly chopped Vidalia onion and green pepper, two hastily minced cloves of garlic, a teaspoon of ground cumin (which was all I had; must remember to buy more), two teaspoons of salt, and three tablespoons of chili powder.

I won't lie, I was extremely nervous while I heated it to full pressure. But everything seemed to be going by what the instruction manual and Naughty Indian Coworker had said. Seven minutes later, I removed the pot from the heat and Hubby and I watched an episode of The Big Bang Theory while it cooled.

Best chili I've ever made, hands down—eating some right now for lunch! I am totally in love with this little shrapnel grenade wannabe. Hello, new friend!


thus proclaimeth the Zabet  11:46 AM   2 comment(s)


How about a nice game of chess?

My only real impression of pressure cookers comes from Breakfast at Tiffany's, so I don't feel qualified to make an assessment. I do think the rest of the world is more nimble than America--we tend to completely abandon things that scare us, while the rest of the world makes improvements in them. Witness the IUD, for example.

By Blogger Ann, at 1:18 PM  

Hm, this is tempting....

By Blogger Janis, at 4:51 PM  

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