under pressure

on the exact same day last june, my blogmate and i each received a pressure cooker as a gift. hers as a wedding present, purchased on devon, accompanied only by instructions in hindi. mine came in the mail as a 30th birthday gift from good friend b.j., who herself had received a pressure as a wedding gift a few years earlier.

in her various roles as my life coach, my blogmate is by far the superior cook, but we've done a decent among of mutual pep talk since the pressure cookers arrived, mostly to the tune of, "are you sure it's not going to explode?"

so i guess i shouldn't have been that surprised yesterday when my sticky, parsley-covered blogmate called me, in a bit of distress, announcing, "whoever said that pressure cookers couldn't explode was wrong." fortunately the only casualty of the minor explosion was her turkey stock, but i probably should have absorbed her culinary misadventures as the omen they turned out to be.

usually the problem with my cooking is that the food, while tasty, doesn't exactly look appetizing. not so with my beef stew tonight. it was beautiful. but boy did it taste bad. it's been a while since i botched dinner so extravagantly, and even sans explosion my kitchen was a total disaster.

pressure cookers: 2
jo-na: 0