Now that our movie compendium is finished, we turn our attention to the latest thing to capture our attention: The pressure cooker. It's a useful kitchen gadget for skilled cooks, and a complete hazard to the brave, but foolish.
It all started last week, when we brought home two dozen mussels and, as per the fish-monger's instructions, nurtured them with love and patience until we dumped them into a simmering cioppino broth. Tasty, but not so great for the karma.
Luckily, we remembered that back when we lived in Brooklyn and cooked all the damn time, we'd splurged on a fancy Kuhn-Rikon pressure cooker. It's great for grains, beans and other flex-a-terian foodstuffs that don't destroy one's karma. So we poked around the neglected recesses of our kitchen cabinets to recover the mighty but volatile machine.
And we're falling for it all over again.
