Crockpot Lovin'

I love crockpots. Yes, I said crockpotS...I have two. And I use them both regularly. Crockpots are the smart way to cook a meal. So, it really bothered me the other day when, at 8 am on a Sunday morning, the man peered over my shoulder in the kitchen and said, "Wow, crockpot again."

How dare he. He knows my love of crockpotting runs deep. You see, I have a fear of meat cooking. After some pink chicken incidents early in my marriage, I've gone overboard and tend to blacken and burn meat for added protection. If I can't boil or crockpot it, you probably ain't gonna be eatin' it at my house. Boiling meat is only so good. But crockpotting, ah...the flavors blend, simmer, fill my house with warm aromas and remind me, in a whiff, that yes, I, too, can be a homemaking guru.

So, I defend my crockpots. Whatever...I don't need a Bosch or Williams-Sonoma cookware. In fact, the only cookbooks that catch my eye are one with titles like "365 Days of Crock Pots" or "Crock Pot Cooking Made Simple." Really, come on.

You can't mess crockpotting up! It's impossible. So, I'm deeply disturbed when Sam rolls his eyes at my cooking. He's lucky I'm even trying. In fact, I'm renaming it. Perhaps it'll rev his engine up if I refer to it as cooking in my "Crotch Pot."