I took a step back. I researched and studied. And I stand (well, sit actually) here proudly and ready to share that I may have lost the battle, but the Instant Pot lost the war. Yes, I’m dramatic, get used to it. Just to recap, I attempted to make a pot roast in this beastly kitchen appliance a few weeks ago and was sadly disappointed. I walked away damaged and destroyed by an electrical object. However, my mama raised no quitter. The internet may have a lot of fake news, but when it comes to the Instant Pot, it’s legit!
Not only did I win, but I made the best meal we have had in over a year. I’m no Gordina Ramsey, but I’ve got chops in the kitchen. I’ll admit, I can’t take much credit for the succulent pile of tender and juicy pot roast that was lifted out to a chorus of ooh’s and ahhh’s tonight. Here’s the shocker . . . the roast wasn’t the star. When preparing this most loved meal I always make mashed potatoes. My potatoes are good, and I’ve perfected the recipe from a combination of friend’s recipes over the years. But these potatoes? I’d like to think they were amazing and the best I have ever had.
First of all, if you have come here for a healthy recipe, you will be disappointed. If you have come here for a recipe in general, stay tuned, you’ll get that when I am able to recreate this genius and record it. Let me just say, the potatoes cooked with the meat for 2hrs on high pressure. After a natural decompression I then prepared them as if I were making mashed potatoes like any other day. The magic was in how they were seasoned and cooked in the Instant Pot. These potatoes tasted like GRAVY! I’m not joking. I didn’t even make gravy because these potatoes turned out so flavorful that we didn’t need it. The meat was juicy, and every bite was like you didn’t deserve it for free.
I have a saying I live by: If you didn’t learn anything, go back and look again. I truly believe this applies to every part of our lives, even in the kitchen. After my first instant pot disaster I had to go back and figure out what went wrong and how I couldn’t get a stinkin’ kitchen appliance to comply. It wasn’t easy and I’ll admit, there have been 2 other massive failures prior to this most excellent success. But there is a bigger picture here, no matter what, keep going. And yes, I just took this journey to an entirely different level.
In the kitchen, in the bedroom, heck, even in the bathroom, pretty much anywhere, if you feel like a failure, like there is no way to succeed . . . you just keep going. I sat down to blog tonight and caught myself flipping through pictures. Isn’t digital media amazing? I love that I can tap something, swipe another, or just speak to Alexa and I have my past looking back at me. This Instant Pot war reminded me of my mom. She couldn’t cook for crap. Seriously, the lady had eight recipes and rotated them with Chinese take-out, Little Caesars Pizza-Pizza, and Arby’s. But this lesson goes beyond the kitchen, it reminded me of my moms’ tenacity and her incomparable desire to be the best she could be.
This woman fought a rare cancer for 16 years. She fought for two years prior to that to even get a doctor to listen to her and believe something was wrong. She died on April 6, 2012. She did not die from cancer. Cancer did not win. She passed due to all the complications and damage that years of chemotherapy had done to her heart and her lungs. She experienced remission three times! Her last breath was on her own terms, with her family by her side, and with no shame. Would she have wanted another day? Absolutely. But she lived her life and lived it well. She didn’t let the little things, or the big things derail her for long. And when she noted a derailment, she made the corrections.
“We aren’t supposed to be perfect; we’re supposed to be whole”. I heard Jane Fonda say that once. We get whole by seeking out the lessons, learning, rebuilding, and trying again. In the face or aftermath of disaster, we must keep going.
A picture of our meal, or even an Instant Pot seems appropriate. But instead, I decided to throw in some pics of the reason I keep moving. We all have them; we just need a reminder from time to time. Sure, some of these pictures remind me of heartache, rough times, lost love, and moments I’d love to bury. I won’t bury them because they remind me what I’ve learned and where I’ve come from.