Yesterday was a very strange day in my home. I was building up a batch of chili, and as most usually I said a silent prayer asking that it be edible and not poison anyone. I cook the meats in a high sided skillet along with the garlilic, guindillas, onion until about cooked really well then I add the spices and tomato sauce. I put the pinto beans in a pressure cooker., then marry all the ingredients when the pintos are ready.
I have done this in this manner for twenty years or so, while previously I cooked it open.
The steam just seemed not to build up at all. Then a little came out, but not very normally. After about five minutes I grabbed the pot by the handle with one hand over it holding a wet raqge: then BOOM, it truly exploded. Thanks to my hand being over the lid it was only apble to rise about four inches causeing the exploded ingredients to go up on the walls in the direction the lid tilted open, and all around.
After cleaning most everything, the walls, the exhaust fan, the open shelving on the sides, the floor, and a lot more, I found about one third of the beans yet in the pot on the floor right-side up. I tasted the beans, and they were dooked dtender.. .. in five minutes, now that means a lot of pressure right?
I combined my meat sauce with it, added dwater and salt, and it was delicious.
Yes, the Lord answered my prayer, but I thought I heard a chuckle about my not mentioning the pressure cooker safety. I did get a good burn on the lower part of the outside of my thumb which seems to be gone now. Praise God forevermore., and the joke is on me.
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