Happy Thanksgiving, y'all! As I write this, Boy C is in his crib letting me know he is not ready for bed yet and Girl C is beside me having herself a lovely tea party in the tub.
We spent our holiday with some in-town friends who can't go out of town due to medical reasons, so we had them over for a noon(ish) meal. We had your standard fare - turkey, stuffing, corn, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, and sweet potatoes. But the mashed potatoes almost were not. Had Papa B not been paying attention, I would have burned the kitchen down in spectacular fashion.
Let's rewind to yesterday and get this story started:
Papa B took Girl C to go see Frozen. She was SO excited, and she'd been talking about it for days. I know, because I heard about it every five minutes. They head to the theater and Boy C goes down for his nap leaving me about 1.5 glorious hours to clean and prep for Thanksgiving. It was truly a thing of beauty, this time to myself. On my list of things to do was wash, peel and cut potatoes. Easy. Mission accomplished. I put them all in the pressure cooker and put the lid on and put it in the fridge for tomorrow. Tomorrow comes, and I take the pot out (which has the lid on the pressure cooker) to come to room temperature before I cook it. Now, if you've never used a pressure cooker, or even cooked potatoes ever, you may not yet have recognized my error. If you have, I'm sure you know where this is headed. I put them on the stove, fire up the burner and wait. WITHOUT WATER IN THE POT. Papa B sniffs the air and asks if something is burning. I nonchalantly tell him it's probably something on the burner. He says, uh, no, there's smoke coming from the pressure cooker and did you even put water in here?
Shit, I didn't.
So, thanks to Papa B's presence and quick thinking, I not only didn't burn the kitchen down, but we were able to rescue the potatoes and serve them!
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