I shall enter my house after work to the smell of delicious sloppy joes coming from my crock pot.
I'm not going lie, folks - I'm pretty excited about that. I do NOT use my slow cooker to it's full advantage, but I'm determined to find more recipes to use. This January, the crock pot will be my friend... even if that means browning meat in a skillet at 11pm so I can put everything together before going to bed and then just pop everything in the pot the next morning.
Yes, I browned meat at 11pm last night. And by "I" I mean Ryan. And he was not so happy, mainly because I waited until the movie we were watching was over before asking (telling) him he needed to brown said meat. Apparently he would have been quite happy to stop the movie to brown the meat. I know just as well as he did that had I asked him to stoip the movie to brown the meat, he'd have been asking me to wait until it was over... so really I'm not that broken up about it. And my meat is now browned. Well, now it's in the crock pot all simmering away for the next 8 hours, but I guess that's besides the point.
Also, yesterday I slammed my finger in a file cabinet at work and the finger got crunched right on the cuticle/nail bed. What are the odds that thing is going to just fall off? Judging by the profuse bleeding/weeping/lack of cuticle action I currently have going on, I'd say quite good. Damn it.
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