Chad gets this massive pressure cooker from his dad. It’s dusty and a bit beat up but seems like it’s perfectly good. However, from my expierence and my studies I know that all it takes is one flaw, one fissure, or some metal fatigue and the amount of pressure put on that puppy will end up putting out one serious sized blast that even our adobe walls couldn’t stop.

I’m glad Chad is such a good cook, otherwise we’d never take these kind of risks, but for roast, I’m willing to put it all on the line.