How can you tell when Mom can’t cook? I realized yesterday the bulk of our grocery budget is spent on beverages, ice cream, school snacks and paper plates.
But as I use it more, I’m starting to really love my crockpot. I can start supper in the morning, when I’m already in domestic mode, rather than at the end of the day when I’m tired and my brain’s fried. But the aromas drifting out to me from the kitchen for the entire day are sheer torture. My house smells delicious and I’m starving and it still has eight hours and nine minutes to cook.
Today in the crockpot is a new-to-us meal that was a hit with the entire family, which is outrageously rare: Slow Cooker Italian Beef for Sandwiches from allrecipes.com. Shredded up on bulky rolls with lettuce and tomatoes and provolone? NOM. Also, it’s brutally yummy-smelling while cooking.
Tomorrow, I’m just going to throw some boneless chicken breasts in it with some broth and maybe a packet of the Herb & Garlic Lipton soup mix and see how that goes. Everything I’ve read says it’s best to cook them from frozen, so I hand-trimmed the breasts (because I’m extremely uptight about that) and stuck them in the freezer. We’ll see how that goes.
Very forgiving cooking method, that crockpot.