The Wicked Penguin

Steve and I both enjoying cooking, but we have slightly different styles in the kitchen. (He's reading over my shoulder and he says he's a little bit country and I'm a little bit rock and roll. That's the difference.) Steve loves kitchen appliances. When I get out the rice, he gets out the rice cooker and when I retrieve the yeast to make bread, he retrieves the bread machine. Normally I would just make the rice in the pot, and I prefer making the bread in a bowl with my hands. I really like some of his appliances, like the remoska. Others, like the chopper, I can do without.

Recently, we came into possession of a pressure cooker. Steve loves it. He wants to cook everything in it. He wants to own a complete set with different sized pots. He wants to take our family picture with the pressure cooker on his knee. I am less fond of our new gadget. It makes me nervous. I'm convinced the hissing noise indicates an impending explosion and the little spinning bit on the top looks like a penguin to me. A wicked penguin. Steve claims that the penguin is friendly and that he spins around because he's doing a happy dance, but I have my doubts.

Look at that!

Remind you of anyone?