I was going to say the opposite. This thing has idiot-proofed me so many times. True, if you pressure-cook something you need to adjust a minute at a time instead of the 5 or 10 in a conventional oven, but the results are tremendous.

Pasta with meatballs is barbaric?

Gotta admit, I ditched the CP for the IP. The hot tub sized Crock, which looked magnificent when I bought it, would overcook things magnificently. Instant Pot? A dream machine, truly. But I miss the Crock. Like you miss your first kiss.

I once asked Martha why she thought shows like “Top Chef” and “Chopped” were popular.

As a man in my late 20s, Guyville came along and fucked my shit up. I thought I was someone who could dig female artists. Then Phair and Jill Sobule and Paula Cole and PJ Harvey and Natalie Merchant and danced the maypole on my eardrums, changing perceptions and converting me into an avid fan. (Ten or so yearsbbefore…

You should see Polythene Pam.

“I concur.”

Cutesy, inside-joke names.

Commissioner announces pick

HE EVEN STOLE THE ZERO IN THE HEADLINE.

“Lidia’s Kitchen” makes me feel like I’m learning from my nana.

The 6 quart I bought a couple years back made me fall in love with cooking again.

The 6 quart I bought a couple years back made me fall in love with cooking again.

FALSE.

Will be trying this. Not because I need a shit-ton of garlic, but because I did Claire’s sous vide Egg Cups over the weekend to great effect. And she’s now my new Alton Brown.

U got the cook. U musta took. A whole hour just to make up your plate.

Can’t we do both?

This just in: Soap and hot water.

That had to have been practiced at some point.

I saw Elvis in St. Petersburg, Fla., at the Bayfront Center when I was 12, right before he died. He was bloated. He was lost, at times, onstage. His voice was at one moment awe-inspiring and another a Dumpster full of flaming pork fat.

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