The Pressure Cooker
I can remember my dad using the pressure cooker in the kitchen in the 70’s. I was always so scared of that thing! He warned me that it had flipped it’s lid a few times when he used it. I always looked at it as I passed the kitchen from the hallway and wondered if it would blow. I think I wanted to see it fly but was scared to death that it just might. But that feeling of anticipation and a little fear was always subdued by the smell that came from that cooker.
He would make corned beef, cabbage and potatoes for St. Patrick’s Day and it was to die for. My father loved to cook so when I heard about the Power Pressure Cooker and the Instant Pressure Cooker that everyone on FB was talking about, it spiked my interest. Mainly because I always wanted to buy one but my dad’s warnings about that steam valve stopped me every time. After all, I had no idea how to use one to begin with.
Before Black Friday, while Herbert and I were shopping at Costco, I saw one and said, “Yep, I’m getting one!” I was so excited that I finally took that leap of faith. I heard that you could cook meals in like 20 minutes and that they tasted wonderful and were healthy. The commercials I saw even showed putting in a frozen chicken and other stuff and it would all cook in 20 – 30 minutes.
I don’t know about you but half the battle of cooking for me is, “OMG, I forgot to take out the chicken from the freezer!” Now what? And inadvertently, we would either get Panda, pizza, or leftovers if they were still good. I no longer have to care if I took out the meat to thaw! It’s a Christmas miracle!
So, I’ve been sick for like 5 days and wanted homemade chicken soup today but I’m really picky about this soup and must make it myself, well unless I’m at my sisters then I’m fine with her making it. You know how it is. We’ve all had certain meals when we were growing up and when they don’t taste like what we remember, I end up feeling dissatisfied. So, I took some frozen organic thighs, carrots, a little rice, an onion and lots of seasoning and pressed Soup/Stew and watched that pressure valve after 20 minutes let off that steam like a steam engine! And there it was, that same feeling that I had when I walked passed my dad’s pressure cooker and wondered if it would fly off. It didn’t! But I did leave the kitchen just in case. Lol.. The funny thing is I don’t even think these new ones allow that valve to even come off like the old ones did. Even though, I still thought it just might fly off with all that power like when you pop champagne which also freaks me out because I always wonder if someone shook it to be funny.
But when I opened that lid after all the steam was gone, the soup was beautiful and tasted wonderful. Awwww, so yummy. I finally conquered my fear and had some soup. Thanks dad! I think of you often during the Christmas season because of all the cooking going on everywhere. Thank you for that little piece of excitement in my life growing up with your pressure cooker.
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Author: Lilia Sedano Dardon