. . . to my crock pot. Oh, I love it so.
The crock pot has changed my life. When Little arrived, I had NO IDEA how I was ever going to feed my family EVER AGAIN. I relied on the kindness of friends to feed us for two months, but then I realized that I needed to get back in the game. And my ace in the hole? The tool that would see me through?
YE OLD CROCK POT. OR TWO.
| Tandem crock pots. Bliss! |
I have a good friend, we'll call him Mr. Pleased as Punch, who derides crock pot cooking. He even has a crock pot vocabulary---beef in the crock pot is BARF. Chicken---CHARF. He is certainly NOT Pleased as Punch when he is served food from these vessels of joy, claiming it all tastes the same. I am here to proclaim. . . . NOT SO! NOT SO!! This is not your mother's crock pot cooking!
This changed everything.
This book, and Stephanie's fabulous blog, allowed me to get dinner on the table again. And, due to the variety, spices, and inventive ingredients, not a CHARF
or
BARF
has been had.Come to my house sometime! I will make you something hot, delicious, and slow-cooked, baby.
