So I thought as I embark upon becoming the perfect wife and mother, crock pot cooking should be added to my resume.
I am on my third crock pot since I moved out of my childhood home in 1997.
Sadly, I have never used one to cook.
The first one was an apartment warming gift from my sister's best friend. It was very nice of her.
I ended up giving it away because I lived off boxes of cous-cous in my twenties; a classier version of Oodles of Noodles.
My second crock pot was purchased a few years ago for my salon business; a ghetto version of keeping towels warm for facial services.
My third and most likely, final crock pot, was a gift from my father last year when he was visiting and wanted to make our family baked beans. It is now gathering dust on top of the refrigerator.
When the sun slips behind the clouds every so often, I think of my crock pot that seems to look down at me as if resting it's spirit in Heaven. I wonder if it is sad because it's existence pretty much has been forgotten except on these occasional cloudy days where it's chilly and I am finally feeling like cooking, nesting, anything domestic what have you.
This afternoon was one of those days.
My friend here actually emailed me a wonderful website where this mother posted some of her favorite crock pot recipes.
I was so excited!
Unfortunately my excitement diminished within seconds.
Ingredients:
Cubed chicken breast.
Veggies of your choice.
Spices of your choice.
Cream of mushroom soup.
At some point, like four hours later, you add pasta to the mush and then cook it for another 45 minutes on high.
I'm scratching my head. What makes this easy? I still have to cut up the chicken. I still have to check on it and bloody hell, there's cream of mushroom soup in this recipe....Is it written in stone that you add cream of mushroom soup or sour cream to every crock pot recipe? Do crock pot companies have some kind of contract with creamy food people?
Wouldn't it be just as easy to cut up chicken, stir fry it with veggies and spices of your choice, while pasta boils at the same moment? When the two are cooked to your liking, mix them in a beautiful pottery bowl with olive oil and cooking wine, leaving thoughts of cream of mush behind....
I am giving this f*cking crock pot away too. Screw crock pots.
-C
About Me
- Colleen
- Colorado
- Once upon a time there lived a gal who lived in coastal Maine who believed that she and her family would remain there forever. And then her husband lost his job. It sucked because he was the bread winner. It sucked because they had a mortgage. After several months of job searching locally the family packed up and moved west. The once boat building husband became an Engineer in the corporate world, losing his hippy pony tail in the process... The once hair and spa service owner became a stay at home Mama...and gained twelve pounds in the process. The two babies who were once day care kids became stay at home kids. Read on about how this family handles their new life on the opposite side of the country and how the Mama embraces it thanks to the love of her little family, and yes, a little pill.
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1. Why did google give me an "adult content warning" and ask for my consent before allowing me to view your page? Is there gonna be nudie pics of you on here soon?!?!
2. I always thought the same thing about crock pots!!!! Just because they cook slower doesn't make them any easier! I never understood the crockpot rave. However, I do love cream-of-whatevers. It could be cream-of-crap for all I care.
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