This may seem trivial to some, but it’s time to admit that I’ve been having a sordid affair with my Crock-pot. The Husband doesn’t know the extent of the relationship, but I guess he will now. Sometimes I dream about my Crock-pot. And in those dreams I’m always cooking something delicious in, well, my Crock-pot. It’s the perfect appliance really for someone who suffers from bouts of laziness, such as myself.
The Husband is usually lazy alongside me. This does nothing for putting dinner on the table. That is why I have developed a deep reliance on my Crock-pot. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve used it within the past few weeks. I mean I used it to roast a chicken for heaven’s sake. Who does that when they can just use the oven? Well, I do. The affair runs deep.
I don’t think the Husband is going to hold this against me though because he’s getting delicious dinners in return while I’m also less frazzled at the end of the day. Bonus for him. But if he does truly have a problem with my Crock-pot craze then I don’t know what to do. I already told him that he “completed me” that one time when he reeked of Darcy qualities. I thought that would make him feel special. I just hope it was enough of a compliment.
Let's be honest though. We all know a man cannot complete you. Oprah knows this. So does Jenny McCarthy. They even talked about this with each other. That makes it almost irrefutable fact.
But I think they intentionally side stepped the possibility of becoming whole through the Crock-pot. Not a man. Just an appliance. But possessing the perfect combination of culinary skills to complete you. Fill up all those empty spots in your tired cranky soul.
And surely they had good reason to avoid the power of the Crock-pot because what woman wants to admit dependence on anything other than chocolate? It takes a strong woman to admit a need for slow cooking. I am that strong woman. So there you have it.
Have a lovely weekend dear poopsies.