A few months ago, my friend Natasha mentioned that her Instant Pot had been sitting on the dining room floor for over a year. “Wait, really?” I asked, mildly alarmed. “Yeah, where else is it supposed to go? All my storage space is full.” Natasha, like so many of us, had stocked up on supplies during the Covid pandemic, and again like so many of us, she’d run out of space. Being my former roommate, producing partner and my oldest friend in Los Angeles, I was obliged to help.