I have been ignoring the recycling that I keep in a bag on the back of the front door all week. After work I went to put a soda can in it and a bunch of stuff precariously stacked there fell on the floor. So I figured it must be time to take it out to the bin. On the way back inside, I saw a small fuzzy spider on the door. I was going to relocate him to a shrub, but decided it was the perfect Halloween decoration and left him there.

I have been feeling rough all week, eating mostly saltines and 7-Up. Which is fun for a day or two, but grinds on you eventually. But tonight I felt well enough to have something more substantial.

Sounds like a job for my bomb-ass tater salad!

Which was delicious.

Except my Instant Pot needs to be cleaned.

Not a big deal for the actual pot inside because that just goes into the dishwasher... but the lid is such a pain. Not necessarily the inside, because a brush with soapy water will fix that. It's the outside that's such a pain. So many nooks and crannies...

I swear, I'd rather throw my Instant Pot Duo Crisp in the dumpster and buy a new one than grab a rag and try to get it sparkly clean.

At which point I was like "Wait a minute. This lid is design for moisture, high heat, and pressure. Why CAN'T I put it in the dishwasher?"

So I Googled that shit and, sure enough, if you remve the sealing ring and the pressure relief valve cover!

To think I was this close to throwing out my Instant Pot.

If you don't hear from me after the next time I make my bomb-ass tater salad, it's because the lid got ruined in the dishwasher and exploded... killing me instantly.

Or I forgot to put the sealing ring back in.