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I've got my pressure cooker going making vegetable broth, with dried mushrooms, celery, scallions, carrots, and green beans. Plus spices, soy sauce, horseradish oil, and toasted sesame seed oil. Tomorrow, I'm going to throw in some rice and beans, some tomato sauce, and whatever else I find in the can I keep the rice and beans in. I'll have to find the box of Kasha (buckwheat groats) to throw some of that in. I'm making a totally vegan stew, even though I'm not one of those vego-freaks. I'm inventing a recipe I can serve to a vegan* if I ever have one over for dinner. Also, it's Kosher with either meat or dairy if I have a Jewish guest.

It already smells wonderful.

My mother asked me a few minutes ago when it was going to be ready because she's getting hungry. When I told her "tomorrow", she asked me what I could come up with, today, so I pulled out the cheap hot dogs, sourdough bread, and horseradish mustard. she used up all the mustard that could be gotten out of the plastic squeeze-bottle, and asked what she should do with it. I instantly put a bit of water into the bottle, shook it up, and set it next to the pressure cooker. "It's going in there, as soon as the pressure comes down so I can open it."

*Most of them can't cook. Sure, they can make something nutritious that follows their 'no animal products' rule, but every one of them who has ever served me their mush has come up with tasteless mush. I can come up with really tasty mush that follows their rules. That's tomorrow's dinner.

ETA: I can follow ANYONE'S dietary rules and make something good. I and my mother have an understanding. I do the cooking, and she does the dishes. She taught me well, when it comes to cooking. She agrees that the student has exceeded the master.