I suck at crock pots.

 

This picture is gross isn't it. It just happens to be my fist encounter with the crock pot. I've been talking myself into using it for weeks. My friends at work have been cheering me on and giving me all the advice they can find. I was nervous, for a lot of reasons. 

*I suck at cooking, it overwhelms me

*My Mom's Kitchen will vouch for the first one - well the old oven and microwave would - if they were still alive.

*I have a HUGE fear of burning my house down by being careless. So leaving something on while no one is home just plain old stresses me right out.

*I've been given some poor feed back in the past. 

So I finally jumped in and forced myself to do something a domestic house wife would do - cook something using the crock pot. I pulled the crock pot out of the box :), followed very specific instructions and went to town. I called Colby later in the day to see how things were going - or to see if our home was still standing. He assured me all was well and the dinner smelled delicious.

  I came home anxious to taste and enjoy our first 'crock pot meal'. 

I took of the lid and started to cry, like really cry. I had failed. I had been told the recipe I was using was easy easy easy and fool proof.

  After Colby talked me out of being a failure, we headed to Cafe Rio. My pulled pork might have failed but The Rio never lets me down. 

Later I filled the pot with water and turned it back on. Most of the ashes were cooked off and I was able to scrub the rest of the junk out and salvage the crock pot. -Much to my dismay. I never wanted to use that stupid thing again.