Ok, I was able to control my pressure cooker habit this time…barely
I came this close to being the proud papa of twins (pressure cookers, that is!).
I know, I have mentioned before that I have a bit of a problem when it comes to pressure cookers. A fondness bordering on obsession.
The latest episode in my ongoing battle against my pressure cooker addiction occurred just this past weekend.
It began innocently enough. I was at the market just to purchase something for dinner. Granted, it was an upscale “gourmet” market, but a market nonetheless. Why would I go to such a swanky shop to purchase a simple dinner, you might ask? Well, I have a broken foot that is still on the mend, I don’t own a car and it is the closest store. I don’t think they have them outside of California, but Bristol Farms can get a bit spendy. But like I said, it is the closest store. Why didn’t I go to the second closest store? Well, it’s a Whole Foods. So it was basically one of those six of one, half a dozen of the other type deals.
So back to my near moment of weakness. In addition to having a plethora of gourmet food items and an aisle and a half of craft beers, in the “housewares” aisle, where a normal grocery store might have cheap cutlery and ten-dollar nonstick fry pans, in this place you are just as likely to find Fissler and Vitamix products.
And it was a Fissler product that almost brought me down.
As I was approaching the store, I saw several tables out front with signage that read “Sidewalk Sale”. Besides the fact that it was bugging me that they were calling it a sidewalk sale, when in fact it was in the parking lot, I approached it anyway just to have a look. There were also signs that said that everything there was 50% off the marked price.
As I got closer, my eye was drawn to a Fissler pressure pan set, the exact same pan set I already have, but it was so shiny. Well, the picture on the box was shiny, as the pan was brand new, still in box, never opened. OMG, as the kids say these days.
The price marked on the box was $280, which was about what I paid for it, and which meant that the pressure pan could be procured for $140!
How could I pass up such a deal? Do I really need a duplicate pressure cooker? Could I buy it and sell it on eBay (though I knew I would figure out some reason why it would be better to keep it)? These thoughts and many others were whirling in my head. I looked down and to my right, and noticed that my hand, which I apparently had no control over at this point, was being drawn as if by a powerful magnet to my right front pocket. Yes, my “wallet” pocket!
I was not thinking clearly. I was finally able to regain enough presence of mind to grasp my right arm with my left hand, pull it away from the pocket area, lift it up above my shoulder and slap myself in the face with it!
“SNAP OUT OF IT MAN! YOU DO NOT NEED TWO IDENTICAL PRESSURE COOKERS!”
Still shaking slightly, I managed to make my way inside the store to purchase my dinner. But on the way out, I exited through the other door, and took the long way around the building to avoid passing by the “sidewalk” sale.
I can’t say that hours passed without thinking “I wonder if it’s still there?”, but I didn’t go back to check the entire weekend.
One day at a time, one day at a time.