The Presto Way

This is the instruction manual/cookbook that came with the Presto Pressure Cooker (one of two) that my MIL bequeathed to me on my marriage to her son. Notice the caption - "It's Fun to Keep House the Presto Way!" along with illustration of perky housewife. Stuff like this cracks me up. Then I consider that, when my MIL originally received this, it wasn't a joke. I wonder if she laughed it off anyway, or was she supposed to take this shit seriously. The only way I am every going to attain this level of perky-home-maker exhilaration will not be through use of the Presto Cooker. Unless I use it to make crack. I haven't tried it yet, but I'll keep you posted and include pictures of myself, while using, to see if we can detect any noticeable orgasm-like quality to my appearance. We shall see.

One of the other things that was gifted to me by MIL and FIL is a slow cooker. Not the cheap kind you get at Target for 20 bucks, but an old fashioned, ceramic insert, harvest brown crock pot. I've used it every day this week to make dinner, as I'm trying to figure out what it's best used for. Here's what I made last night:

After years and years of trial and error, I have finally achieved all of my hopes and dreams. Somewhere, Mike Burkholder (that's right - I shamelessly reveal is name on the Internets and interwebs for all to read far and wide) YOU HAVE BEEN BEATEN. Of course, this blog isn't searchable, so no chance that someone is going to learn of Mike's great and mighty take-down.

But the interwebs god know.

This mac and cheese, and the recipe that I developed to create it, beats your mac and cheese's ass. You mac and cheese is officially OWNED.

Further, it is possessed of supernatural powers which it conveys through image alone. I sent this picture to F yesterday at work and he magically appeared in the kitchen 20 minutes later, where he consumed 4 pounds of it. The fifth pound, he took with him to work today. He may actually be trading it for heroin or gasoline. I don't know.