The following Kitchen Story is a reader submission from Dudel, enjoy~!
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Growing up in a rather poor home meant that food, and cooking, were kind of limited. We did the best we could with what we could muster, especially considering Mother working, babysitters, and all those other single-parent-home things. This made times when Mom was home to cook all the more awesome. Even though Mother typically phoned things in, only making food “passable,” she did like to try new stuff on occasion.
It was a Saturday. I know it had to be a Saturday because I had been playing video games all day and Saturdays were the only day of the week I was allowed to do that. So, again, Saturday. It’s a Saturday and Mother has decided to test a brand new pressure cooker on some fresh veggies from the local market. Normally the vegetables we ate were all canned or frozen vegetables so this was gonna be so awesome! Crisp and yummy broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots too I guess. Was not too keen on carrots, being firmly anti-orange-colored-food at the time, but I have always loved me some fresh broccoli and cauliflower.
The problem, though, is that my family isn’t exactly the most willing to read instructions. While getting the veg-stuff into the cooker was easy enough (as was adding the water, putting the entire deal on the stove and letting the thing sit for what I could only describe as “forever” at the time) getting the food out of the cooker was a bit more problematic.
Regardless, as Mother was in the kitchen, and I in my room waiting very quiet-like for dinner, I hear a loud POP! Followed shortly by a sudden, “God damn it!” Was quite jarring.
Peeking from my room, curious as I was, I saw a fine mesh of green, white, and orange slowly dripping from the ceiling. The pressure cooker had, well, kind of exploded. Mother forgot to release the steam, and pressure, which resulted in one gnarly mess. The splatter was great! Looked like someone ran in and shot a zombie in the face! We were finding spots on the walls and ceiling for months. Specks that were so small they looked like imperfections in the paint. One little piece of carrot even managed to find its way inside a cupboard that was above the stove. The cupboard was closed at the time of the incident so this has always confused me.
What was left of those veggies was awesomely delicious, but it was mostly a paste so the family decided to spread it on toast after I gave the brilliant idea. Went strangely well with peanut butter, I might add. (But everything goes with peanut butter.)
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