The Ultimate Cooking Utensil

When I first moved to San Francisco, my aunt insisted I get a rice cooker (apparently, it's a requirement of all South Asians in America, which she is and assumed I would be as well). So I did, and it currently lives on top of my refrigerator and hasn't been used since purchase. This may soon change, as lifehacker and the New York Times have conspired to make me use it. When I do, I fully intend to thank my aunt, but that would mean calling her, and I lost her number, oh well.