One pot to rule them all
The stories always involve a pressure-cooker owned by a grandmother or a widowed aunt. They all end with some version of the pale stew being shot out of the top and sprayed all over the kitchen ceiling. Occasionally this will stretch to an almighty explosion that will cover the kitchen and cat in over-cooked vegetables.
It’s one of those urban myths that might have happened once but gets amplified and told with wide-eyed enthusiasm as if it just happened yesterday. These stories seem to multiply in grandeur and number as they spread until, before you know it, pressure cookers get a bad name and get discarded like fitness crazes and fad diets. It is a sorry tale for such a wonderful cooking
