The Great Instant Pot Tamale Saga: A Comedy of Culinary Errors Ah, tamales. That perfect, unassuming bundle of masa and magic, wrapped tenderly in a husk that whispers promises of savory delights. Now, imagine the audacity of modernity itself when it suggested: "What if we made tamales in an Instant Pot?" The story I’m about to recount isn’t for the faint of heart or the culinarily conservative. It’s a tale of ambition, chaos, and an Instant Pot’s relentless refusal to cooperate with human hubris. Act I: The Visionary It began on a dreary Tuesday evening, the kind where the kitchen’s fluorescent light buzzes like an existential crisis in progress. Lisa, a self-proclaimed “foodie” whose entire knowledge of tamales came from an Instagram reel, declared to her skeptical boyfriend, Greg: “We’re making tamales tonight. In the Instant Pot.” Greg, whose culinary repertoire peaked at boiling water for ramen, responded with his usual enthusiasm for Lisa’s culinary experiments: “Isn’t ...