For Christmas I got an Instant Pot. I was so excited, but that excitement was quickly replaced with fear after I opened up the box and put the Instant Pot on the counter. I had flashbacks of my mom acting like a pressure cooker was a bomb ready to go off any minute, splashing everyone with scalding hot water. After rereading the instructions several times, a couple of weeks later I finally worked up the courage to try it. I followed the enclosed directions and it wasn’t really that scary. I admit I had my husband turn the valve to release the pressure the first couple of times. Fast forward to the present, I’m scouring Pinterest and…
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Another Use For A Penis Cake Pan…Doh!
First off, if you are penisphobic (pretty sure that isn’t a word), STOP reading now because this post mentions the word several times. I’ll try to keep it as PG-13 as possible. Years ago when I was pregnant and hormonal, 7 to be exact, I was cohost of a friend’s baby shower and volunteered or got volunteered to make the cake. Pregnant me thought it would be fun and entertaining to make a penis cake since the guest of honor was having a boy. It was entertaining when the more conservative guest were trying to guess if the cake was…uh…maybe a rocket? Nope…it’s a penis. Oh okay. It was fun…
