Just for giggles, I thought I'd break out the old pressure cooker this evening. Old, as in I think it's been in the family longer than I. A Presto model S-60. For some reason, I can't seem to find a PDF of the manual on line...?
Says on the handle it'll cook beef stew in 12 minutes! Suits me; stew beef is what I brought, plus diced tomatoes, carrots, mushrooms, and bay leaves fresh from the tree. Also toss in some garlic salt and smoked paprika, and cautiously initiate pressure cookin'!
After a couple of minutes and some fussing on my part, it started making the pressure-cooker sound I remember from when I was a kid.
[I got a few seconds of cellphone video, and maybe eventually I'll figure out how to upload and embed it. For now, it's on my phone.]
Feeling somewhat confident that all was in order, I set about unloading the dishwasher.
Ohcrapohcrapohcrap. Yank the cord out first, and assess the situation later.
Um. It blew a gasket, is what. Literally, like. The gasket is protruding on one edge, and tomato/paprika stuff has sprayed all over the formerly-clean contents of the dishwasher. And the kitchen floor. And me.
Oh, well. Clean up the mess, move the contents of the pot to a conventional pot, and allow as how it'll take a lot more than 12 minutes to finish.
Looks like it's possible to buy a replacement gasket, but since we're planning to buy one of those newfangled multi-function electropots to celebrate completion of Operation Bug Out (whenever that might be), there's not much point trying to revive the dinosaur. And, as far as I can tell, it's not collectible or anything.