Instant Pot? Air fryer? Bread maker? No, no and no, thank you.
All I need is my rice cooker.
I don’t own one of the newer models either, with all the bells and whistles that will cook your rice, wash your dishes then give you a back massage. I’ve had the same Tatung since I moved into my first apartment 20-plus years ago, and it was a hand-me-down when I got it. These bad boys are indestructible — buy one and you’re set for life.
The automatic rice cooker is a workhorse in every rice-obsessed Asian household. It became a