Youguyssss…I am not a fan of the crockpot. Why? Because I CAN’T CONTROL IT. But seriously, I love cooking, and that involves more than just ingredients. It’s the process, the prep work, the timing, everything. And, I fancy myself a really good cook.
But this post is to inform you that I, the only person I know who doesn’t own a crockpot, actually used one.
I put a beef loin in the crockpot. Then I dumped (super appetizing word, huh?) a jar of peperoncinis in the crockpot. I turned it on, and walked away.
BUT I KEPT THINKING ABOUT IT ALL DAY LONG. Is that supposed to happen? Because everyone I know who “cooks” in a crockpot says they just forget about the thing as they go about their day.
I actually made THREE trips home to check on it throughout the day. Which, I suppose was totally unnecessary but I couldn’t help myself. I felt like I was cheating. Cheating on my kitchen, my food, myself.
I was definitely having a hard time with this.
I mean it smelled good and all, but it always smells good in my house because I am always cooking.
Was I missing something about this so-called glorious cooking device?
The beef came out great–very tender, and a little spicy–and it made for some great sandwiches. A little mustard, some onion, but I have to wonder, can I really say I cooked it?
It’ll be a while before I use that sucker again, methinks.