Then three things happened that grabbed me by my proverbial lapels and shook me until my pea-sized brain rattled. First, I received a box from the NW coast containing, among other equally glorious things, a hand-knit cable sweater that I have inherited. (Said inheritance having been bestowed upon me by my friend, the knitter). Then, my bestie, Sylvie, drove up from Maine to spend the weekend. THEN, I received a box from a new friend on the NW coast (mighty nice people up/out there, no?) that contained enough bright yarn and glittery nail polish to finish off the sparklizing of me! Why, even the weather cooperated - dropping from slightly lower than normal spring temps with sun (whazat?), back to winter! With ICE! And SLEET! (Can you hear the drip, drip, drip of sarcasm there?) Seriously, even though I was less than thrilled by the weather - it caused the shortening of my much-needed visiting time with Sylvie - I was able to wear my new sweater! Woot!
|Can't wait to see these socks knit up!|
**Aside here - let me say this about Instant Pot's customer service. They are very responsive. And they do absolutely nothing to help you. In fact, I would guess that their motto is, "smile and do nothing". After getting - and I kid you not - the exact same instructions to 'troubleshoot', over four times, it dawned on me that they had no intention whatsoever to honor their warranty.
Through a judicious use of tweezers, I was able to get the pot up to pressure and then promptly over-cooked my rice. More work needs to be done on my rice-cooking skills. In any event, the spice mixture was intriguing and delicious and the dish was easy to make. I had pineapple left over from making my neighbor's birthday cake, so I got to clean out my fridge. (Insert Happy Dance) I had defrosted one of my last meat chicken halves and put together a zatar/palm sugar rub and the results were great.
|This does not reflect the golden-ness|
of this dish, both spicy and sweet!
**Aside #3 - Every time Sylvie comes to visit, I am filled with an overwhelming desire to purge my junk and read many books. She should package and sell her skills. AND she brought me a brandy-new pair of shoes, a small Cuisinart food processor and two bottles of wine and left me with a book list. No, you cannot have her - she is MINE.
Then the wind picked up to gale-force, the house was pelted with ice for hours and it was Monday. I needed super powers to get going this morning.