It’s actually a really strange procedure... you literally turn on pressure cook for one minute. Then, after the minute is done, you let it slowly reduce pressure for a while. It’s not exactly quicker, but keeps the kitchen cooler, and the results are just as good as boiling on a stovetop.

I’m thinking when I reassembled it after cleaning, I didn’t seat it right all the way around, so it leaked.  In hindsight, I feel dumb for not paying attention and noticing that the steam had escaped, condensing into a wet spot on my counter.  I was wondering why I never got the “Burn” error... maybe my pot is glitchy.

That’s the version I tried... unfortunately, the gasket didn’t seal, and it burned into a crusty mess in the pot, so I never got to try them.

The only thing I’ve been happy with out of it is corn on the cob. Everything else just seems like a compromise to me. I love braised short ribs, but when I did them in the Instant Pot, the texture was fine, but there was so little flavor (at least compared to what I do traditionally). Any meat I’ve done has had a…

Old Dutch is here in the upper Midwest, but I don't think I've seen the BBQ flavor. 

Guilty- my ideal chip texture is Munchos, which are reconstituted dehydrated potato. I also love Pringles.  I'll happily leave you the gravelly kettle chips at the party in return; )

You tease me with the promise of ripple, then deny me.

Ugh.  I only tried ribs once in the pot, and the silicone ring didn't seal right, so it was a mess. Considering how much I've hated pretty much everything else that's come out of the thing, I'm not hopeful, but maybe I'll give it a shot. 

I have been thinking about this - but I don't really like strawberry or lemonade, so this really has no chance of liking it.  Hell, I got some fruit beer from American Solera in a beer trade I'm building myself up for. 

So this is like the Good Omens Crowley approach to election tampering- do something small and unrelated, and it stirs so much animus it just snowballs into everyone hating one another?  I’d call it crazy, but it seems to have done its job.

The worst are people who rely on a single breathalyzer reading (either one they carry, one of those gimmicky coin ops at the bar, etc) to judge if they’re okay.  I saw a guy ask a cop to give him a test to see if he was okay, not realizing that the reading could either go up or down after getting the test.

You see, that’s what I appreciates about ya.

The best idea ever.  I never seem to have my Costco card with me when we make the last minute decision to go.

Beat me by mere minutes...

Hennigans... the no smell, no tell Scotch...

I am in the Twin Cities, but ironically, this happened in Seattle (once the Mariners signed Ichiro, Japanese tourism boomed).  The record store I worked at was pretty janky, though, so it wouldn't surprise me if the terminals were out of date. 

I spent ages in retail, and my unicorn was a JCB card. That's also on many store fronts, but I only saw one once. Of course, our POS choked on it and I had to call it in. 

Hah, this was a local version. Fulton brewery- (they make good beer, and okay alco-seltzer).

I’m probably not the target audience, as regular strawberry lemonade isn’t something I’m on board with.  I recently tried a bunch of boozy seltzer- two of the flavors were way too sweet for me (lemon lime and “berry”), but a grapefruit flavor was pretty good.

I am terrible at lunchmeat. I only buy a half a pound at a time, remember to make two sandwiches with it, and throw half of it out after finding it at the bottom of the cheese drawer a month later.