What is your least favorite part of the day?
Mine is 7:02 am when my husband leaves for work. He laughs at me because I’m only half-awake, and I become fairly emotional and try to get him to stay…which has led to a certain habit. As soon as he goes, I pile a bunch of pillows on his side of the bed before going back to sleep. For some reason, as cliche as I’ve always thought this is, it does make me feel like he is still in bed…
This does all lead to the crock pot, I promise.
So, the weather has been getting colder, and as my unemployment continues to stretch on, I’ve found myself really enjoying being at home all day and getting ambitious in projects. Before we got married, I was determined to become proficient in crock pot cooking, especially as winter approaches. I was feeling pretty sluggish after Drew left and pouty about not having a job…God has a lot to teach my heart about patience and trust. So I decided to invest my energy into breaking out my new crock pot. It seemed like the housewifely thing to do on a chilly September morning.
Not to mention, it seems that the
worst best way to be a domestic goddess is to have valuable slow-cooking skills. Everyone I know and admire (my Mom….my sister Megan…) can whip out their crock pot with ease and make the whole family go crazy.
So now it’s my turn to carry on that family tradition.
Apparently, the crock pot can take on anything. I mean people absolutely idolize this little contraption. Countless people told me before we got married, “Just throw a bunch of things in the crock pot, and let it go!” I am still learning how to plan meals in advance, and thus I ended up throwing four very frozen chicken breasts in the crock pot with somewhat of a sneer in this little guy’s direction…
The idea was to make pulled chicken….I made a fabulous mixture of soy, garlic, brown sugar, vinegar, and oil…
And into the crock pot it goes…for six hours….You use the juices to make a pan sauce later by thickening it with a little cornstarch (not too much, I promise!).
Results? Pulled chicken sandwiches that Drew really loved! Success!
As he came marching through the door, tired and hungry from a full day of work, he stopped and smelled the air. I watched, expectantly waiting for his question…
“It smells so good in here. What are you making?”
My response? “Come and see: I am a domestic goddess!”
So for dinner we go to have pulled chicken sandwiches (sorry for the mid-meal pic- I still forget to take pretty pre-eating shots!). In my mind, the crock pot is still a formidable opponent, so any suggestions on slow cooking would be much appreciated!
Ps. I took the recipe from “The Cutest Blog on the Block”. My only suggestion would be to use non-frozen breasts and cut way down on the cooking time.