Friday, March 15, 2013

15:31 -- Doubt for dinner...

Doubt paced around my kitchen yesterday morning and then followed me into the laundry room where I swooped up our gleaming crockpot.  Everybody does it...I'll be fine.  Taken by the upswing in positivity, he relented a bit.  He watched the school bags become hard to zip and the cars reverse and descend our hilly driveway.  He saw it all...especially the moments when I added my frozen chicken recipe to the crock, plugged it in, and vacillated between the lowest two temperature settings.   But, he quickly became bored with just watching...

Doubt buckled in for the commute, bringing along unpleasant thoughts of blackened dinners.  "You know when you get back home IN NINE HOURS the chicken will be burnt to a crisp.  Smoke will build and then escape from the clear glass lid...wafting through the first floor.  It may even be up to the second by the time you get home. Your fire alarms will go off.  Remember in October when they all went off after everyone was in bed and the fire department came only to tell you it was a false alarm?  Yes, they could come again.  They'll call you at school."

That's crazy.  My friends cook in a crockpot and they seem to be able to make it work.  No smoke; no fire department.  I'm letting my hyperactive imagination get the best of me.

Doubt tapped me on the shoulder and pulled my chin toward the clock while I was in classrooms, in planning meetings, and in the middle of other thoughts.  Six hours remaining, five hours, four hours, three hours...  "There's no way your French Chicken will survive.  The sauce will congeal.  The sawdust meat will be unremarkable.  You'll have nothing to eat when you get home and then you'll have to figure something else out.  With two crying kids light on naps today.  And two hungry adults light on lunch today."

Geesh.  That will stink if we're in this situation.  The reason I'm trying out my crockpot tonight is that over-involved dinner preparations don't work with 6:30-7:00 bedtimes.  Because of these, I feel like I'm racing the clock from the moment I walk in the door just a few minutes before 5:00.  The crockpot will expedite the process and give me more time with the boys before bath, stories, and bed. I don't want crying children and an uptight husband while I draw straws for what can be made the quickest....  It'll be take-out.  It just has to be.

Doubt pushed the accelerator on the way home.  Five miles over, no, ten.  "Your house could be in flames because of this little crockpot experiment.  Do you think any of the neighbors you don't know yet would call 911?"

Has anybody's house burned down because of a crockpot malfunction (READ: overdone meal)?  STOP IT, imagination!!  You're driving me mad and I really should slow down; look at all these unmarked police cars out here this afternoon.  Everything will be fine.  

I hope.

After a day of darting exchanges that culminated with my embarrassing dash from the Jeep into the kitchen,

I lifted the lid

and stirred the savory sauce

and sampled the fork-tender chicken breast

and smiled.

The crockpot meal worked.

Doubt and I divorced.

(It's just too bad my husband wasn't as pleased with the finished product.  New recipe, please!)

Write on,


  1. Looks yummy! Can you post it. Felt the same panic about leaving the crockpot without a chaperone, but you said it so much better. I smiled from the first line! Great slice.

    1. Sure! It is called French Chicken on the following link --

      :) Enjoy!

  2. What a delightful post! Darn that doubt - glad you booted him out!
    I love our crockpot - at least once a week it is a godsend when we both are late.
    Easiest way to have a meal ready when you walk in the door.
    (I must admit to woorying a bit - not doubt tho!)

  3. I enjoyed the personification of doubt. And I love my crock pot! My favorite recipes come from a hilarious cookbook titled MAKE LOVE AND DINNER AT THE SAME TIME. Some recipes do turn out better than others.

  4. I'm so glad you divorced doubt, he is a nag that you don't need in your life. Crock pots do make life easier. Try this: one package of dry onion soup mix (place in bottom of crock pot) add one roast. Then scoop out one can of jelled cranberry sauce. Cook on low all day. It will be full of juice and it becomes bbq-ish. Also, be sure to get crock pot liners. They make clean up a breeze.

    1. Good advice, Elsie :). I would love the recipe...this one also contained cranberry sauce! Could you tell from the picture? Crockpot liners at Target tomorrow. Check.

  5. This is great! I love how doubt stalked you all day. He needed divorcing! I just got my first crockpot and worried all day the first time I used it so I feel your pain. (My husband didn't like my creation either.) :)

  6. Doubt would have been riding on my shoulder all day too. So glad the crockpot pulled through for you. Let's hope your husband warms up to the next recipe you try before doubt has a chance to woo you again.


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