By Jody
Worsham, RIPFS, Recovering Insta Pot Fear Suffer-er
Oh lovely
Insta-Pot standing regally on my granite countertop
How I once
pushed your buttons, then unplugged your cord…
fearful of
pressure unleashed, infinitely repeating.
Oft poking
you with a ten foot pole to vent your steam.
Who knew you
meant only to decrease my dependence on Taco Bell, McDonalds, Chicken Depressed
Now that you
and your Insta-Pot customer Canadian representative have talked me through the
intricacies of Insta-Potting,
I have
become one with the 6 quart…
Because of
you, eggs no longer explode on the ceiling
from pots of boiled dry water left forgotten
on the stove.
Because of
you, roast is succulent, flavorful….and edible
Because of
you, frozen chicken can still become chicken spaghetti in less than an hour
Because of
you, hubby no longer enters and asks
“What smells?”
Because of
you, children enter our home and ask
“What smells good?”
So All Hail
the Insta-Pot, shiny stainless gleaming from your throne.
Sorryful am
I to have ever doubted your magic.
I am forever
your humble pot filler.
