Today I did a little freezer cooking. Nothing intense, just the beans and rice I had planned to do.
I de-dirt-i-fied my beans, because of course no one wants mud in their beans, and put them in my bigger crockpot to cook for the day. (No, I don’t soak them.)
I came back after about 30 minutes and the crockpot wasn’t hot. I unplugged it, plugged it in again, and proceeded to convince myself that I was feeling it get warm on the sides.
Now I have proof that my imagination is quite vivid.
It wasn’t warm. It never did get warm.
I came back about two hours later, also after convincing myself that bean-smell was filling the house, to find that it had never gotten the least bit warm and hadn’t cooked at all.
Now as for the “one of my crockpots” thing. I know I’m all about having moments of realization on this blog about my excess of stuff, but I feel no guilt whatsoever about having two crockpots.
For one thing, they were different sizes. And for another thing, I fairly often use them at the same time. I mean, what goes better with taco soup at a party than . . . cheese dip?
I’m gettin‘ another crockpot, and nobody’s gonna stop me.