Have you ever had a pressure cooker? You can be the scariest pots on the planet. I should know, I have a sheet before the lid was successful, or more than one.
Some people should just stay on the pressure. For me, the famous "pressure cooker" is by far the most frustrating I've ever used pot. Not that I have never understood, because I know of, but not often. In fact, there are a lot of pressure, I will not. But the pressure in a pressure cookeris not one of them.
Pressure Cooker
When I was a child I remember my grandmother, aunts and my mother with a pressure cooker. Oh, she has the best food in them. I can still taste the crispy fried chicken made my grandmother. And the stew of beef, ham and beans and soups. Then there was always my favorite as rice pudding, bread pudding and fruit cakes. I always knew when I got home from school and was a pressure cooker on the stove was hissing away, the dinner is fantastic.Many of our meals were cooked in a pot with 4 or 5 liters of pressure, but Gramma was coming off his big humongous pressure cooker to can fruits, vegetables, meat, and pretty much everything I could think of. I grew up helping my grandmother and mother in the kitchen, but was never allowed near their pressure cookers. At that time, I always thought that someday I would own my stove and prepare wonderful meals for my family.
As I said, I helped my mother and grandmotherKitchen. They taught me their wonderful recipes, methods and techniques, many of whom had learned from her own mother and Gramma. Why might I remind myself with standing on a chair to reach the counter, stove, so I cook cakes and frosting, mashed potatoes, bacon or whatever else happens to be going on in this wonderful mix kitchens. But let me tell you again, I never left near a pressure cooker. At the time I was 10, I could cook a dinner in my entire staff, unlesshad something to do with a pressure cooker. I always helped when mom and grandmother were always fruit and vegetables are ready. To collect the shelves, but never, never that big old pressure cooker. Oh, before I was mature at the age of 16 I got married, had all her recipes (even for a pressure cooker), but until today I had never used a pressure cooker.
Of course, when I got married and had a cuisine and my own mother and Gramma I had everything I couldshould be possible in a situation, any meal I wanted, and everything to serve in or on it, looks great remedy. Everything but a pressure cooker that is! So I am led to Sears and Robuck and bought me a shinny new pressure cooker.
It was about the third week of my marriage, when one morning I went into the pantry and came out on my new tank and started my ham and beans and started dinner. I washed the beans, a little 'carrot and chopped celery. I put my ham, beans,Celery, carrot in my new stove along with some salt, pepper, paprika and several cups of water. I needed to read each statement, because I saw this process done hundreds of times. I put the lid on my pressure cooker and turned on the burner. When steam began to escape from the pot I put the cursor on top of the pot and reduce heat. Now they are busy fixing the rest of the meal. I peeled the potatoes and onions for french fries, salad and washedthen fried a bit 'of bacon for wilted lettuce, and mixed the stuff for the cornbread. Everything went well together, when suddenly there was a loud cracking sound, a hissing sound and then everything just blew the lid pressure cooker, the sending of beans, ham, celery and carrots to the kitchen from ceiling to floor. I have never seen such chaos. Then there was this terrible dent in the wall where the lid struck with the force of a rocket. My God, is that what I do now?
Well, Ibusy cleaning the kitchen and finished 3 hours later. Needless to say, we ate that night. But I'm not complaining to get out, I like it.
It 'been a while' before I tried to use my new pressure cooker, but the time has come. It 'started on the meat market, one morning, when I was in front of the butcher case, peering in at all the beautiful pieces of meat. But I was in the mood to do something a little 'different. Well, we were! Hank Metzger was the only openingthe case in some of his wonderful September lean ribs. He had just cut and cut, they were so beautiful. I'm reminded of being used to deal with the sauerkraut in her old pressure cooker (you know, have never been allowed in the vicinity) to those who do Gramma. I decided then that it would spare ribs and sauerkraut for dinner. So I bought three pounds and brought them home.
I was going to my pantry and after 10 minutes in my pressure cooker, I remembered that I had moved to aShelf in the basement to make room on shelves for my new electric skillet. So, I went in the basement, again with that wonderful pressure cooker. So I washed and loaded with good spare ribs, sauerkraut, brown sugar and water. Then I decided I would do a couple of potatoes, add, instead of solving them separately. So, as I have ever seen done by Gramma and Mama I'm doing to start the pressure cooker and wait for the steam to escape, before I put on 15 poundsPressure regulator on vent pipe and leaned over the fire. I looked at my arms and when it reaches 15 pounds. My ingredients needed to cook for 15 minutes, rocking with the regulator.
Thursday 'was, and although I have never been as hard a mother and grandmother, I prefer to make my board on Thursday, so I set up my ironing board and went to work. All the while he was stretching the piece out of my cage I was in the glorious music of the swing of listeningKnob on the top of my stove beautiful. I also keep an eye on the clock, then surely no more than to cook our dinner.
Ok, he has 15 minutes, so I turn off the iron and went into the kitchen. Around the time he was at the kitchen door, I heard a strangely familiar pop, hiss and, oh my God "bang". Guess what ', there is another force in the wall. Oh, what a mess, chops, sauerkraut, potatoes and all my kitchen. Have an idea, all the hidingfind small pieces of cabbage to hide? Well let me tell you, there is no place on earth, can not find grass. Or maybe it was soft potatoes, which have found their way into every corner, because I never can find something that even a potato. Than ever, you will be cleaning for days and weeks down the line you will run into some identifiable crud somewhere.
This is another night we eat dinner out.
After I presented my pressure cooker blew up a hatefulShelf in the cellar. I vowed I would never groped to cook dinner in anything again, I simply did not understand what was the stove for me, I never had a problem (and still do not) with my giant pressure cooker that is used for 'cannery.
I was in my word for 10 years and have never been so touched that stove for 10 years. Then one day I was through the food section of the newspaper when I came across the best-sounding recipe for looking peppers. It 'been a "white chili". Oh myLuckily it was cooked in a pressure cooker! Of course, I cut the recipe and put in my file. Every good cook has one, you know the recipe files that you want to try to get it. I remind myself out loud: "I'm not going to do this in a pressure cooker, I'll make it on the stove, where it is supposed to try kilos."
A weeds later, I woke up to 3 cm of snow and waited for another 3. I thought
Myself, "this would be a great day for making soups orChili. "I was in a real mood to cook so I took my recipe files and started across. I saw a recipe for stew and various soups, chili, then I put that recipe and read the ingredients. I stood there and thought of my last two attempts to dinner in my pressure cooker to cook and I decided that I would try again. 'After all d, contrary to what for years so maybe not. I'm always saying, "the third time a stimulus . "
So I went down and lifted the dusty heartfrom the basement. I washed and started dinner. I have all the ingredients and turned it on, heard the hiss infamous, and put the regulator on the vent line. This time I was standing right there in the kitchen to watch while the doctrine has begun to move. I waited patiently for them to reach the 15 pounds of pressure points, and looked at his watch. It 'was 01.15 clock on Tuesday. I was still a prayer that this right this time. It was cold outside and I did not want togo with this time.
Like most women have a multi-tasking. I do my laundry, clean the house and cook all in one day without any problems. This particular day I happened to be in the middle of the first cleaning, and 3 ½ bathrooms, and our listening to the giggles of the regulator the pressure cooker when the telephone rang her. I picked on the way back to the kitchen and said, "Hello." There was a secretary at the school where my children go to school and there wasAccident. My daughter had fallen in the playground and thought, here's arm was broken. I took my purse and car keys and ran out the door.
As soon as I arrived at the school office and saw my arm a child I thought, 'What do you want the lady? Do you think it might be broken. The bone is that it is coming through the skin, "I met my daughter at her car and taken to the hospital.
I think it must have been to the emergency room for about 30 minutes when they took Deannahave an x-ray done on his arm. Suddenly I remembered my dinner was still in the kitchen. Oh my God! I called my neighbor and let them run up to turn off the heat under the pot. I waited a few minutes and then called her back She knew, of course, when his phone rang, I did. The first words out of his mouth: "Oh my God, you are a disaster." I need to take this opportunity to tell you what happened? I do not think so! And we ate that night, because he had to take,our daughter to surgery to set the arm. Then he spent the night.
When I came home the next day I cried when I saw my kitchen and I cursed the damn pressure cooker. The chaos was far worse than my first two disasters that blow heat. White Chili and it was all over for more than 20 hours has been set, it was dry and stuck to everything. My husband was not happy having to paint, and this time there was a whole in the ceilinga patch.
That night I set my husband, a special dinner. It was a good man, a patient man, but he was sick of painting. Only 2 weeks before that we had created a couple of new rooms, and it was not really thrilled with the idea to paint the kitchen, destroying much less patching the hole in the ceiling or the replacement of the fan blades through the lid herd. The good man I married I was eating dinner, he asked: "Honey, what color I want to paint the kitchen this time as"? HeThen I kissed her cheek and out the door headed for the paint shop. That evening, during a dessert at the end we had this wonderful man asked me if I knew that if I had, so you can begin to paint everything cleaned up and ready in the kitchen. I told him I would probably be the weekend. He had died after a few minutes, asked me if I ever had to learn when and backgrounds. When I asked why, "he said, so you can just pull the whole thing and replace, if you make the most casinodish that you are determined to. "
During the weekend, my wonderful husband repaired and painted the kitchen for me, and finishing when he said it was very quiet, for me, "Honey I think the kitchen of your dreams looks good, but I also think that you are Wall papering some of the best lessons "? He did not come out and say directly, but I knew that he let me know that is not to paint again, because one of my disasters.
As you might have come from a family of great cooks.My sister and my sister-in-laws are always looking for new recipes and trade. My dad also cooks a cook and actually better than Mom. And of course there is always the ladies of the church with their tried and true recipes. I have always been my new recipes to others, but I never spoke any recipe of mine that did not need a pressure cooker. And you can bet that the shoes have never told anyone of my feeble attempts to cook a meal in one. No, that's for sure, I felt thatSecret within the walls of my house for almost 40 years. Not even Mom knows and must find a way, everything. But I find it strange that none of them so far that I have ever asked me if I have good pressure cooker recipes. Only my husband, children, and my nearest neighbors (which I had no choice but to call on one occasion) knows this experience. All were threatened with physical harm if ever a word to anyone.
After last year I have this confusiondecided for good that I would never use new dish. For one, I decided only he could not control a pressure cooker, and secondly I had no intention of diving in the business of decorating work. So, now I do not give into temptation, once again I took the demon out of the courtyard, filled it with dirt and planted a flower in it. Then I hit on and regulators in the trash.
Now you might ask, if everyone in my family ever noticed, my plate was in the courtyard with aFlower in it. Well, of course not, because it is planted, placed in a large vase of flowers, where they grow the most beautiful that you never Bignonias your eyes on. Perhaps it is the aluminum (or other metal), but the brilliance of a begonia flowers in the yard. At. At least, this dish is good for something, or maybe he was tired torture.
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