Now that summer’s over, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had any time to make a proper dinner. Lucky for us, there’s an easy solution that I totally intend to make use of that will help us avoid the chips-for-dinner pitfall: the crock-pot, or slow-cooker, as some call it. The device makes whipping up a delicious and filling meal a cinch, and I don’t know why you’re suggesting that I’m never going to get around to using it just because I’ve had it for eight years and haven’t even opened the box.
The basic directions of a crock-pot recipe couldn’t be simpler—just throw in a bunch of ingredients early in the morning, set it to cook all day, and come home to a warm, comforting dinner a few hours later. It’s a dream for a busy woman like myself, which is why I definitely, totally will do it one of these days! Imagine walking through your front door, smelling a beef stew right away because the cooking’s already done. No, I haven’t done this, and my crock-pot is still in its original packaging behind a bunch of other shit somewhere, but that doesn’t mean I don’t intend to use it very soon. I’m not sure why you keep insisting that I won’t just because I’ve been talking about this for the past several years with zero crock-pot meals to show for it. But you act like I’m never going to get out the stepladder to reach the cabinet over the fridge and take the crock-pot out of its box and unwrap it from the plastic and give it a wash because I bet the directions say something like that.
Heck, I could do it tomorrow, easily.
Sure, I’ve had ample time to do this in the past almost-decade. But I’ve also got ample time in the future, should I decide to not do it right now. Not sure why you’re challenging me on which cabinet it’s in. I’m 99% sure it’s in that one—stop daring me to check—and I’m an adult who owns a crock-pot, so I don’t need to play your silly games.
When I received this crock-pot as a gift eight years ago, I knew it would be a boon to my nutrition and sanity. I ran to the local bookstore and picked up a book chock-full of simple crock-pot dinner recipes. You’re right that the book’s spine is still un-cracked and that I haven’t looked at it since before my seven-year-old son was born, but all I have to do to change that is walk over to my bookshelf and find it. There’s absolutely no need for you to throw your hands up in the air like that. I remember finding a fabulous tortilla soup recipe in there, and I’m going make it as soon as possible. You can’t stop me with your negativity!
The thing is that it doesn’t make sense to do it this week because Monday through Thursday I’m not going to be home until really late in the evening, and we’re going out on Friday night—but next week? Next week is crock-pot week. Now stop—stop giving me that look!
