FryBoy
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There. I said it. Someone tell my wife.
My wife Sue insisted on buying one recently, even though we had one years ago and dumped it because we didn't much care for the results. However, my daughter likes hers because she works unpredictable hours (she's a lawyer) and needs to plan good dinners for her kids. So Sue decided she wanted one, too (she can cook "regular" but doesn't much like to cook.)
We got a good one, a Hamilton Beech with 2-, 4-, and 6-quart inserts. And we found some highly rated slow cooker cookbooks, the best of which is the "Fix It and Forget It Big Cookbook." We've made several things in it, including chicken dishes, beef dishes, pork dishes, soups, steps, and casseroles (a.k.a. gloop). Tonight it's leftover chicken gloop, a monolithic pile of barely palatable protein and carbs despite my efforts to gussie it up with herbs and wine.
Of course, the slow cooker is capable of making healthful meals that kids might like, but I generally find the stuff . . . well, liked canned soup: edible, but nothing to get me salivating; the meats are overcooked, the veggies tend to disappear in the sauce, and everything ends up tasting pretty much the same. And the textures! Oy, vey! There are none! It all turns to . . . well, like the stuff from cans.
I concede that the slow cooker is a handy appliance, like the can opener and microwave, but beyond that I just don't get it. Of course, I think reality TV is extremely boring, I find lite beer to be a waste of calories, and I read newspapers. I guess maybe I'm just an old fart.
End of rant.
My wife Sue insisted on buying one recently, even though we had one years ago and dumped it because we didn't much care for the results. However, my daughter likes hers because she works unpredictable hours (she's a lawyer) and needs to plan good dinners for her kids. So Sue decided she wanted one, too (she can cook "regular" but doesn't much like to cook.)
We got a good one, a Hamilton Beech with 2-, 4-, and 6-quart inserts. And we found some highly rated slow cooker cookbooks, the best of which is the "Fix It and Forget It Big Cookbook." We've made several things in it, including chicken dishes, beef dishes, pork dishes, soups, steps, and casseroles (a.k.a. gloop). Tonight it's leftover chicken gloop, a monolithic pile of barely palatable protein and carbs despite my efforts to gussie it up with herbs and wine.
Of course, the slow cooker is capable of making healthful meals that kids might like, but I generally find the stuff . . . well, liked canned soup: edible, but nothing to get me salivating; the meats are overcooked, the veggies tend to disappear in the sauce, and everything ends up tasting pretty much the same. And the textures! Oy, vey! There are none! It all turns to . . . well, like the stuff from cans.
I concede that the slow cooker is a handy appliance, like the can opener and microwave, but beyond that I just don't get it. Of course, I think reality TV is extremely boring, I find lite beer to be a waste of calories, and I read newspapers. I guess maybe I'm just an old fart.
End of rant.
