The other day I found a recipe that changed my boyfriend's life. Seriously. The recipe only called for six ingredients: chicken, corn, salsa, green peppers, red peppers and taco seasoning. I sent him to the grocery store with the list and simple cooking instructions stating "dice, dump everything into the crock-pot then turn on low". He called me after a while and the following conversation took place:
M: So, I have to cook this chicken first?
J: No, just put it in the crock-pot.
M: Alright, but do I have to stir it every five minutes?
J: No, just turn it on LO and leave it alone.
M: Okay, but won't it burn?
J: No, it won't burn.
M: Are you sure?
J: I'm sure.
M: So, you weren't kidding when you said all I had to dump everything in and it will cook!
We both work overnight, so waking up in the afternoon to the smell of dinner was fantastic. Then after tasting some of the best chicken burritos we've ever had, my boyfriend began plotting. Meal planning has a new meaning for him, he wants to put everything into the crock-pot. He's also started swapping recipes with coworkers and I have been scoping out this website dedicated to slow cookers. (I'm excited to try this crock-pot pork roast recipe.) And I think he has been too busy doing 'the happy dance' about how easy dish-duty has become to even suggest we upgrade to this fancy, digital slow cooker. I'll let him figure it out.
You've been tipped, J
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