So, I slept late Saturday morning and had every intention of going to Lincoln to get more errands done, but wound up never leaving the house. Couple of loads of laundry processed, giant nap taken, and the rest of a giant bag of frozen chicken wings turned into vats of chicken stock. (Unfortunately I didn’t have carrots or onion, so there’s no telling how it will turn out.)
There were so many wings I had three batches going. One in a regular pot, one in a crock pot, and one in my old pressure cooker. I don’t mind telling you that I am terrified of pressure cookers and when looking at it hissing away, I hold something in front of my face in case it explodes.
Fear cooking. There’s nothing finer.
Brad says
You should have a cross-stitch framed above your stove that says: “The extra ingredient is fear.”
Gretchen says
You are right to be afraid! Once upon a time I was using a pressure cooker to shrink a styrofoam cup as a demonstration when teaching chemistry and the safety valve blew and the cup came flying out of that tiny opening and hit a student in the head.
Of course maybe my first mistake was putting a styrofoam cup in a pressure cooker….
Lauren says
As frightening as that sounds, I bet it was AWESOME!!