Awhile back I remember my friend Marinka writing several blog posts about her crock pot and of course, I thought this was sort of sad that her life now focused around an electrical cooking appliance but like any good friend, I said nothing and just watched her spiral downward into her lamb stew.
But I may owe her an apology.
Because I bought a crock pot.
At first I was going to buy a slow cooker. But then I thought, “No, let’s go old school and stay with the crock pot” and then I thought, “Wait, let’s be cutting edge and go with the slow cooker” and then of course, immediate relief when I confirmed with very solid culinary sources that they are indeed the same thing. I knew it.
Now as you all know, I am not a cook. I survived my twenties quite happily on food court sushi and Stouffer’s french bread pizza. But now I’ve got this husband and kids and well, we can’t always get to the food court for some California rolls.
So I bought the crock pot. With great trepidation. I kept thinking about that sewing machine just sitting idle in my attic and feared my new slow cooker might end up parking its ass right next to it.
The sealed box sat in my dining room for days. And then in a heroic act of bravery, I pulled that cooker thing out of the box, determined to make pulled pork.
And you know what? It was awesome. And so EASY. Well, cutting the fat off the pork was a little “hands on” for me but I got through it.
And the next week… Italian chicken people. Easy again. Rick said something about it tasting like one of his mom’s chicken recipes from his childhood which I knew was a HUGE compliment. And then 5-year-old Summer said…
“You’re a cook.”
Now she didn’t throw any adjectives in there like “a great cook!” or “a fabulous cook!” but I didn’t care. The fact that she would think of me as a cook at all (even for a tiny moment) made me feel euphoric.
I don’t know how long this crock pot high will last. A friend told me that eventually all the slow cooker recipes start to taste the same which I don’t really get because don’t they have different ingredients?! I have no idea. Just in case, be prepared for the follow up blog post, “I’m So Over My Dumb Crock Pot.”