If you haven’t heard of Instant Pot, you’ve obviously been under a rock. Everyone in the teachers’ lounge compares leftovers from the dinners they made “in less than 30 minutes!”
I got Instant Pot for Christmas. I didn’t ask for it. I’ve never been afraid of my hand-me-down pressure cooker exploding, I already have a crockpot, and my skillet does a fine job of most meals. I don’t usually spend more than 30-45 minutes on dinner, and I cook six nights per week.
That’s how new technology is, I guess. Some people are early adopters while others of us scoff. I imagined the period of time when the Presto Cooker was a new fad. My Grandma said the first “hot lunch” she had at school came after someone donated a pressure cooker, and they started serving red beans. I wrote a chapter of Grandma’s story inspired by the fervor of Instant Pot lovers everywhere.