Under Pressure

When I was little, a go-to staple in our house was chicken and dumplings.  There were no cutting corners according to my mother, so she would haul out the pressure cooker in preparation of cooking the chicken to just the right degree of fall apart when it hits your fork.  She would keep that pressure cooker going all day; the silver and black knob at the top destined to start its rattling...

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