I remember my father used a pressure cooker a lot and the little thing that used to rock on the top and steam with a relive valve with steam. Oh dam I don't know the name of the parts.
I have one of those also. I also have electric heat and stove and using a Pressure Cookers on an electric stove is a PITA. The electric cooker does it's own regulation and all you have to do is press the button you want to use and turn the regulator to pressure or steam and then let er rip. The button you need for meat...or rice...or beans, etc are where you set your time. If you cook meat for instance, and want 45 minutes,pour in 1/2 cup water, spice to your taste, press meat button 2 times and 45 mins pop up on the digital screen. It will let you know when the 45 min is up. Allow the steam to slowly and the alarm will tell you when you can open the cooker.
I am impatient so I slowly release the steam at the top where there is the pressure regulator. Open just enough to let steam out slowly. But be careful, it is a delicate touch. After several seconds when the pressure is almost gone you will hear the seals release and you can open the lid.
Pressure cooking super heats under pressure so be careful of liquid, food and steam. It is above 212 for a couple seconds and still at 212 for another few minutes.
That little jiggler on the top is replaced on an electric by the spring tensioned regulator. And with the electric you can immediately go back to your forum, Mah Jhong or Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue after you close the lid.
I many times run my roasts through a second cycle. I like the meat stringy tender. I pour off the juice and make pulled meat sandwiches, or even put the cooker in the browning mode and dry the meat. When done browning, I pour in some spaghetti sauce and simmer until the spaghet is done. EXPZ.
It is as much for a chef as for a Lazy Boy like me...Glad I mentioned that. Time for my afternoon nap. I don't like to go to bed tired at night so I may have 2 or 3 naps. This electric pressure cooker assures me of plenty of recreation time. Sometime I dream about golf, and sometimes about catching one of them there SI gals wearing little else than a smile.
