My friends, and even Mother, keep insisting on how wonderful the crock pot is. I have very few encounters with this thing<\/i> and the meals I have made from it have turned out rather, well just plain bad.<\/p>\n
A few years ago when I was newly pregnant with my daughter, I had a strong aversion to meat. My poor husband. All he wanted when he came home from work from his new bride was a hot meal consisting of that protein in which I despised. Not to worry, though, as I found a fabulous macaroni and cheese recipe on the internet that was sure to satisfy any “hungry man.” Cheese is a protein, right?<\/p>\n
I even purchased the expensive kind.<\/p>\n
Six hours later, and voila! It was done! “How wonderful is THAT!?” I thought to myself. “A meal that prepares itself!” As my husband walked in the door I excitedly pulled out the dishes and strutted around the kitchen, proud of the domestic diva within.<\/p>\n
I opened the lid to the crock pot and could have cried. There was nothing but a pile of mushy mac. Instead of those delicious al dente noodles smothered in gooey, stringy cheese, topped with golden brown bread crumbs, I had a pile of mashed potatoes. In fact, I would have preferred mashed potatoes to what consumed that<\/i> pot. My husband, seeing the disappointment and frustration on my face, walked up to the counter, took one look in the pot, grabbed a spoon and dished himself a plate. He then preceded to the fridge where he grabbed the Ketchup and doused it on top of his mush.<\/p>\n
He finished the entire plate.\u00a0 I pleaded with him, telling him he did not need to eat that disaster, but he ate in silence, all the while looking at me with a smile in his eyes trying not to laugh at the situation.<\/p>\n
That day started a pattern. Whenever my husband doesn’t care for something I have made, he lathers on the Ketchup. To give you an idea of the type of cook that I am, we always have a reserve bottle of the stuff in our pantry.<\/p>\n
My last attempt from the crock pot was the dreaded P.P. (I cringe at writing it…. Pulled Pork) that I made when newly pregnant the second time around (See “The Belly… Exposed”). What is the lesson I have learned here? Crock pots and first trimesters don’t mix! If you have a fool-proof, delicious crock pot meal that you wouldn’t mind sharing, then please do. I am willing to give the thing <\/i>another shot.<\/p>\n
Here’s to a week with no Ketchup!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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