As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I never will undertand American women. It is almost like when you make things easier for them, they go insane in fury, like the women's movement and seek to destroy the source of that comfort as women just want to plain ass suffer all their days.
It is like my new love, the National Presto #406 out of Eau Clarie Wisconson.
So I go in the Latino Invader Junk Clearing House, as that is all that is in there are some form of primate Mexicans, and there is this Presto sitting there on the end cap, looking all American and shining of hope. I figured it was something I did not have in my collection, so I opened it up and consulted with TL just exactly what this abomination was, and sure enough it was a 6 quart 406, not like the 4 quart Model 40 which is my primary cooker.
It is sad though that this is such a big boy that it has to have a front handle out of that old malmack or whatever that stuff is that went for industrial plastic back when America had hope, and it is cracked. I suppose someone dropped it and it hit perfectly on that handle and crack it went.....is loose too.
Of course the genius who replaced the rubber seal in it, left it in the lid. Nom de Deus, I can not figure out why in hell or Heaven, women leave those rubber rings in that groove, because with meat, they absorb the natural glues and glue in like epoxy.
That is why I am post this really in, be careful when the pan is hot, but I always after opening it and it cools a bit, gently pull that O ring out and keep it clean or else you always have problems and those things cost like 10 bucks a pop. Yet women who will take cake pan lids off cake pans and lose them, and take pot lids off and lose them, will never take an O ring out of a pressure cooker, and leave them glued in place.
Moving on the pressure weight, was an original.......looks like that Martian from the Bugs Bunny show. Any way the metal bail in it is gone. I found one like that long ago, and it just baffles me, as it is high grade metal wire which does not bend, and yet some women find ways to bend it so it falls out.......and instead of getting a pliers and squeezing it back together it just disappears down the drain for a plumber bill.
See what I mean about the self torture of women? Here they got the best thing before a microwave for cooking and this gal did her worst to demolition it. Must have hated her husband fierce, wanted him to die in the war, and grow up to be Maude, when that life at home with all the bills paid, embezzling from the husband, a washing machine and not a rock in the stream, and the benefits of not having to chop wood for heat or sit around in granny panties in 130 degree heat in summer was just the worst insult to her womanhood in history.
Lot of anger aimed at that 406.......the trivet or whatever was missing and so was the cook book. Yeah why have a cook book as that means you have to work less in cooking.......better to sit your ass for 4 hours in the kitchen sweating like a horse rather than being down in an hour.
So I brought 406 home for 2.50...yeah the female was another man hater who priced that 406 as she wanted no part of it either. I debated about bringing it home, but I thought I knew I would regret no having it, as 40's just are a bit small for turkey breasts and big roasts, and after the shitter day I had yesterday, that 406 grew on me as God's delight in me, and I was quite happy about it all as I started playing with hit.
First stop was putting water in and getting steam up. The reason is I had to get that O ring out and try and salvage it, by melting that glue in the rim. I took it apart, pulled on it......no go.......got the pliers and then the Holy Ghost pointed out a lesser embeded part and I pulled on that, and she started to come out.
Was a mess in glued on beef epoxy, but I think I salvaged it, but Lord God, it is all compressed, it is rough from cleaning it, and it all could have been nice, if they had just taken care of the thing.
I suspect something odd in it, as they did replace the ring. Figure it was Gram Toots original, which she never used, but left the old brown O ring in it, so the husband who was the son got it when Toots went tits up, brought it home to the Wang Leather, and said, "Oh Mummy used to make the best pot roast in this, would you please make me one."
So Ball and Chain bitches about stuck O ring, thinking she will get out of it, and husband pulls it out with a pliers, gets the new O ring, and the daughter in law has to cook it........probably louses it up deliberate, leaves it all together, rinses it and piles it away, and every tie husband talks about roast in his glimmering eyes, the Battle Axe says, "Like that horrid roast your Mummy's cooker made!!!!!!!!'
And poor 406 sits in the corner unused and bright and shining, until the old gal follows Mother in Law to tits up ville, and as the worthless daughters who all vote Hillary Clinton only eat lettuce, no one wants it, and it gets tossed to the junk pile, where it ends up on display as my neo love.
See there are lots of stories in things if you just pay attention to the detail.
I have dreams of buffalo hump roasts in the 406. Dreams because that stuck screw has to come out of the buffalo banger and I have to get that up and running, and get rich first, but then the 406 is sure to please on some winter night. We will eat roast pot beast, retire to the sofa, and I will look at the buffalo banger and relive the buffalo banging and how nice it all is with the 406, because I am one lazy woman. I like things easy. I like having appliances and not rocks and I can find better things to abuse than pots and guns. Like buffalo hump roast with my knife and fork.
Odd in that what not eh, in it is never fork and knife, but knife and fork. Them English always in order about things.
Any way that is the 406. I like it. Never thought I would, but it is happy to be home where the feminists do not roam.
With that, Nuff Said
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