DANNYMATT

Wow - you're on form today aren't you - or was it last night?
Such vivid memories of the pressure cooker! I wonder if everyone of 'a certain age' has similar ones.
I agree that everything used to end up tasting the same - and was invariably cooked to a pulp, but like I said yesterday, I could never get past the hiss; it was the element of potential life endangerment that really got to me.
I think I feel the same way about pressure cookers as I did about the Kielder Reservoir!
I vividly recall going for a family day out to the Kielder area, before Kielder Water existed. (I think all five of us went in Dad's mini traveller, with him smoking his pipe and us kids feeling sick in the back.) Anyway, almost as soon as we got to the valley, Dad announced that all of this area was going to be flooded and everyone had had to be moved from their homes and I can remember thinking with panic, 'Then why have you brought us here. We're going to die. Get us out of here before they turn the taps on!' I was absolutely petrified and convinced that it was going to happen there and then. No amount of reassurance would put my mind at rest. Even today, when anyone mentions Kielder Water, that is my first thought.
So, on that premise: if when I think about pressure cookers I can only recall the terror of the hissing steam and the mushy end product, maybe I'll not bother getting one after all. (I never did want to make marmalade anyway!!)