Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Ode to the Insta-Pot
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
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.