How would we ever get along without the conveniences we have today? I just bought a pressure cooker, on the advice of my brother, Mike. He asked me if I'd used it yet.
I'm afraid of it. I remember the heavyweight iron pressure cooker mom had. It was scary... It whistled like an air raid siren, and snorted. One day, it erupted, blowing its pressure valve clear across the room.
Yes, I bought one, and there it sits on the counter, 'Black Bart',dominant and foreboding, waiting for me to make the first move. I stare at it—it's like the Showdown at the OK Corral.
With a glare that would melt an iceberg, I grab the handle. “I am woman, hear my Roar,” I say. I've got a roast to cook...