My Pressure Cooker

I got my new pressure cooker yesterday, and I had to write something about it.  Of course, I was tempted to use a clever title, such as “Under Pressure” or “Can I Handle the Pressure?” or some other idiotic play on words.  I spared you from that horror.

But now I have this device, a 6 quart Manttra version that I got for 25 bucks.   I wasn’t about to shell out the big bucks on something I don’t even know how to use, a device that could destroy the entire neighborhood if misused — OK, it could put my eye out at least.  I’ve heard how a pressure cooker can cook brown rice in 15 minutes, not an hour.  How potatoes can be read in 6 minutes.  How it will make cheesecake and roasts and an entire Thanksgiving dinner without even trying.  It’s the miracle tool.

Until my buddy Pableaux brought his Red Beans Road Show to the house last month, I’d never even seen a pressure cooker in action.  But then I saw how quickly he could cook a pot of beans, and I started to lust for a pressure cooker of my own.  And now it’s here, ready for action.

So tell me, how should I use it?  Where’s the best website for pressure cooker cooking (and I hate that term, pressure cooker cooking)?  I’m going to use this sumbitch, whether it kills me or not.  And based on what I’ve heard, it just might indeed bring an early end to my cooking.  Or be a revelation.