So anyway, my mother bought me a crockpot as an earlier birthday present so's I can save a little money on food by preparing large batches and taking them to work for lunch. I finally tried it out yesterday.
I spent the afternoon searching for good crockpot recipes online, then went out to get some ingredients that I needed.
I made a big batch of chicken cacciatore. 2 1/2 pounds of breast meat in a sauce made of 1 can of stewed tomatoes, a can of condensed tomato soup, some water, a chopped onion, minced garlic, a dash of corn syrup, and seasoned with oregano, basil, cilantro, rosemary, salt and pepper. I may have even added some cayenne powder.
I set the crockpot on Low and started it up at around 6pm. I wanted to go at least 8 or 9 hours, but that meant that it'd be ready at around 3am. So, I decided to just let it go the few extra hours and turn it off in the morning. A few hours into the cooking time and itwas smellin' gooooood.
I got up and went downstairs. The crockpot was Un. Plugged. And. Turned. Off. My housemate, Chris, must have thought I'd mistakenly left it on all night, turned it off before going to bed, and left it sitting on the kitchen counter to rot.
SHIT!
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
DAMMIT!!!
I was so steamed I just stormed out the door and headed for the bus stop. Thing is, I had less than ten bucks to my name and that has to last a few days. I had no money for lunch.
I got home at around quarter to eight, starving, and openned up a can of Chef Boyardi ravioli. I ate about half of it and couldn't stomach any more.
Then I went upstairs and knocked on Chris' door.
"Yeah...?" he said. I openned the door and looked at him for a second.
"You do know that a crockpot is a slow-cooker, right?" He just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "I was making chicken cacciatore, enough for lunch and dinner for two days. I had 2 1/2 pounds of chicken in there. $12 worth of food is ruined and I have nothing substantial to eat. This was supposed to save me money, not waste it."
Again he just shrugged and said, "I just thought you forgot to turn it off."
"Yeah, I know. I'm gonna cook a pork roast later. It's gonna go all night 'cause I need something to eat tomorrow, okay?" He just nodded.
How does someone not know what a @#$% crockpot is? Yeesh. Now I'm off to open up a can of pineapple slices. Damn...
Posted by Tuning Spork at June 6, 2005 10:04 PMI'm glad you didn't kill him...but maybe you should put salt in his coffee or short-sheet his bed--you can tell him you did it as a "practical joke" when in actuality it's REVENGE, Baby! Muhahahah.... ;)
Posted by: Susie at June 7, 2005 01:14 AMDamn. It was nice he was so sorry about it, though, right?
Posted by: RP at June 7, 2005 05:31 PMWell, I think he was sorry about it. He just didn't want to say anything more than that he had no idea. That and he didn't wanna part with 12 bucks.
The porketta came out great, though! Sliced it up and had it on a Portugese roll with hot cherry peppers and onions. Mmmmm. All is well. :)
Posted by: Tuning Spork at June 7, 2005 09:10 PMSounds just yummy!
Posted by: RP at June 8, 2005 02:41 PMI like doing a ham, with a honey and cherry baste in mine. It is good and makes a lot of sandwiches. The crockpot cooks off a lot of the sweetness, but keeps the flavors. Very good.
Posted by: jess @ LOSLI at June 9, 2005 03:58 PM