I found a great pair on sale at Macys. Yay for me!! Unfortunately when I got home, they didn't really match AT ALL. That will be a story for another day. My big mistake ... BIG MISTAKE ... was to wander over to the dress section and just LOOK. Immediately I found several to try on that I might like better than the one at home.
As I squeezed myself into the first one, I dared to look in the mirror. I almost fainted from the shock. I looked like the Pillsbury Doughboy and Michelin Man stuffed in the same purple dress. I'll try a bigger size, which of course they did not have. There were lots of models to choose from however, so I picked up a few more of the next size up to try.
Hmmmm no zipper on this one. I rather hate those pull over kind. You ladies know, they mess up your hair, but I squeezed into it anyway. Well at least now it was just the Pillsbury Doughboy in there. This would be a NO also. Getting it off however, would be a major undertaking. I reached back as far as possible and couldn't get it to move. I tried another angle of attack. About the time I got it up to my shoulders, I began to have a claustrophobic panic attack ... I couldn't get my arms free.
Good GRIEF!! I'm stuck in a too small dress in the dressing room. How embarrassing!! Luckily my struggling finally resulted in a little relief and I was able to rip it off over my head, destroying what was left of my nice hairdo. Maybe I should go up one more size. I'm devastated!!
At long last I found a nice black sheath that covered up the Doughboy, but was two inches two big around the top. I gave up in a moment of depression like I've never felt. How could I have put on so much weight and not realized it ... or maybe not WANTED to realize it. At any rate, my diet motivation was found in that dressing room, in spite of just having purchased an Instant Pot.
So here's my beauty in person, with a couple cups of Mongolian Beef inside, cooking away. It's amazing these electric pressure cookers. It's so quiet you don't even know it's cooking. I kept leaning over to make sure I heard something from inside.
My old stove top pressure cooker makes loud hissing noises like it's going to explode before you turn the heat down. Then it keeps on with a clanking rattle until you shut off the heat.
This IP is so quiet you don't even know it's cooking. I'm not sure how this will work out with me cutting all the recipes in half. After all, I don't need enough to feed eight people. We shall see .....
So for my VERY FIRST TIME, I made this wonderful Mongolian Beef. I turned the pot on, sautéed the beef on what else, the sauté feature, then dumped in garlic and all the sauce makings. Though it said to cook it for 12 minutes, I only set it for 8 since my meat was pretty tender in the first place.
When done, it beeps at you, then starts counting UP the time before releasing the pressure, a simple matter of turning a valve. You CAN cook the rice at the same time by setting another pan in the pot on a trivet OVER the beef. Since my trivet hasn't come in the mail yet, I just cooked it on the stove, making a lovely gooey mess where it boiled over.
Now I realize this isn't the most appetizing image you've ever seen, but believe me, this was the BEST Mongolian Beef I've ever eaten. I mean to tell you I could have downed the ENTIRE pot, except the Doughboy image recently seared into my brain held me in check. I have a feeling this Instant Pot is going to constantly put my resolve to the test.
I'm happy to report I actually am down THREE pounds ... if I can just keep it up. Getting stuck in a dress in the dressing room at Macy's is almost as good as trying on bathing suits ... which I absolutely REFUSE to do. That would be enough to make me lock myself in my house forever ... with my Instant Pot!!
In the meantime, I'm off to run a couple of miles ... or maybe just jog one mile out and walk back home. I'm giving it a try anyway ... three days a week. Please chastise me if I slack off ... the Doughboy needs to lose at least one dress size!!