I am not a “Star Wars mommy.” Not into the Star Wars franchise. I’ve seen the movies playing on the TV. I remember kids playing action figures.
But I never got into buying a Star Wars branded merch or wearing T-shirts stating my kids belong to the Darkside (although they do, they really do.) That all changed when my spouse started introducing the kids to the Star Wars. Apparently, it’s a very important part of a child’s development. When anyone makes a Star Wars reference around the house, the joke is “I am not a Star Wars mommy” so I don’t get the reference.
I am not an Insta pot mom either. When the Internet started getting excited about Insta pots, I clung tightly to my crockpot and declared the Insta pot was just a short-lived fad bound to fail. My logic with the Insta pot follows other cooking technology promising quicker, healthier meals. Remember the microwave? Do you still own a George Foreman grill?
“Now I can cook for my family every night, we’ll sit around the table and my teenager won’t scowl at me anymore.”
Most often it fails and then I can just buy it from your garage sale.
It’s a little like a home exercise bike. If you don’t usually work out, buying an elliptical machine alone won’t do much.
The Insta Pot alone is not going to feed your family. You come home tired after a long day of work. Yes, Insta pot is sitting there, but did you realize you had to go grocery shopping to put some sort of food in there? It doesn’t just magically appear! There is some level of prepping- shopping, washing, chopping. And at the end of the day, the Insta Pot still takes some time and coordination. Sure, instead of being in the crock pot all day, your roast can be done in an hour. But then again, your family hates roast. My advice to people with Insta Pot is skip it and just resign yourself to the McDonald’s drive-through.
Interesting turn of events
As COVID stretches on, there’s been a need for more cooking, more shopping, more prepping more dirty dishes to clean up afterwards.
“I’m doing the dishes again why are we using so many dishes,” said an unidentified spouse.
“Breakfast, lunch, dinner times four,” I said. “Plus snacks.”
[Overheard during an especially frustrating Saturday morning steaming veggies for the week]
“Why is it so hot in here.”
“I’m hot”
“Why do you have to cook and heat up the whole house?”
“BECAUSE I can’t serve my family RAW MEAT!” I said, [thinking, maybe I should, you filthy animals.]
But, I was also pretty hot and tired and frustrated. At the end of the day, I announce to the family that on Mother’s Day I will close my eyes and when I open them I will be presented with an Insta Pot. I knew Tim probably had it on his list of potential gifts for me; he would never dared purchase one without my sign-off. Yes, I’m throwing in the towel. The amount of broccoli I have to steam on a weekly basis .... maybe this will keep the house from getting so hot.
When Mother’s Day arrived, I was presented with a beautiful large Insta Pot. No regular Insta Pot - oh, no. My boys did not stop there. They got the Chewbacca model. It gets better… Timothy also decided I needed a Darth Vader toaster.
“It comes with a dark side and a light side for your toast,” he said eagerly. It also stamps Star Wars on the bread.
With the COVID crisis, everybody has to do what they can to stay healthy and sane. My strategy continues to be to steer into the skid. OK, you got me Mr. Wang, I have an Insta Pot now. And, apparently, I have become a Star Wars mommy too.
But I never got into buying a Star Wars branded merch or wearing T-shirts stating my kids belong to the Darkside (although they do, they really do.) That all changed when my spouse started introducing the kids to the Star Wars. Apparently, it’s a very important part of a child’s development. When anyone makes a Star Wars reference around the house, the joke is “I am not a Star Wars mommy” so I don’t get the reference.
I am not an Insta pot mom either. When the Internet started getting excited about Insta pots, I clung tightly to my crockpot and declared the Insta pot was just a short-lived fad bound to fail. My logic with the Insta pot follows other cooking technology promising quicker, healthier meals. Remember the microwave? Do you still own a George Foreman grill?
“Now I can cook for my family every night, we’ll sit around the table and my teenager won’t scowl at me anymore.”
Most often it fails and then I can just buy it from your garage sale.
It’s a little like a home exercise bike. If you don’t usually work out, buying an elliptical machine alone won’t do much.
The Insta Pot alone is not going to feed your family. You come home tired after a long day of work. Yes, Insta pot is sitting there, but did you realize you had to go grocery shopping to put some sort of food in there? It doesn’t just magically appear! There is some level of prepping- shopping, washing, chopping. And at the end of the day, the Insta Pot still takes some time and coordination. Sure, instead of being in the crock pot all day, your roast can be done in an hour. But then again, your family hates roast. My advice to people with Insta Pot is skip it and just resign yourself to the McDonald’s drive-through.
Interesting turn of events
As COVID stretches on, there’s been a need for more cooking, more shopping, more prepping more dirty dishes to clean up afterwards.
“I’m doing the dishes again why are we using so many dishes,” said an unidentified spouse.
“Breakfast, lunch, dinner times four,” I said. “Plus snacks.”
[Overheard during an especially frustrating Saturday morning steaming veggies for the week]
“Why is it so hot in here.”
“I’m hot”
“Why do you have to cook and heat up the whole house?”
“BECAUSE I can’t serve my family RAW MEAT!” I said, [thinking, maybe I should, you filthy animals.]
But, I was also pretty hot and tired and frustrated. At the end of the day, I announce to the family that on Mother’s Day I will close my eyes and when I open them I will be presented with an Insta Pot. I knew Tim probably had it on his list of potential gifts for me; he would never dared purchase one without my sign-off. Yes, I’m throwing in the towel. The amount of broccoli I have to steam on a weekly basis .... maybe this will keep the house from getting so hot.
When Mother’s Day arrived, I was presented with a beautiful large Insta Pot. No regular Insta Pot - oh, no. My boys did not stop there. They got the Chewbacca model. It gets better… Timothy also decided I needed a Darth Vader toaster.
“It comes with a dark side and a light side for your toast,” he said eagerly. It also stamps Star Wars on the bread.
With the COVID crisis, everybody has to do what they can to stay healthy and sane. My strategy continues to be to steer into the skid. OK, you got me Mr. Wang, I have an Insta Pot now. And, apparently, I have become a Star Wars mommy too.
Darth Vader toaster eyes Chewy Insta Pot from across the kitchen... things could get aggressive.