Remember when your mother got out the pressure cooker and everyone ran for the hills? That appliance scared me more than anything I can remember. It had a habit of going off and and blowing everything to the ceiling. Very dangerous appliance. My mother learned to control it, but it was like, alive. and just waiting to send us all to Kingdom Come. It whistled and jiggled and snorted. It was like the devil.
Now I am thinking of buying one: an all in one appliance that pressure cooks, slow cooks, rice cooks, steams, sautes, makes yogurt and warms. I have done my research but pressing the buy button makes me nervous. My battery of six crock pots has served me well although one bit the dust recently. Can I get by with only five? None of them do the things I have listed other than slow cooks. Are my crock pots retarded? Are they behind the class? Should I put them on Ritalin?
I can't seem to pull the trigger on Amazon. I have a month or two before another big party, but I probably need to practice using it. Oh, shoot. Maybe I'll just have the events catered from now on. Now you know that is never going to happen. I have it picked out. It has five star reviews. It is well loved and adored by many. It is whispering buy me, buy me.
I can't seem to pull the trigger on Amazon. I have a month or two before another big party, but I probably need to practice using it. Oh, shoot. Maybe I'll just have the events catered from now on. Now you know that is never going to happen. I have it picked out. It has five star reviews. It is well loved and adored by many. It is whispering buy me, buy me.
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