Yesterday, I bought a slow cooker. I've had one that I rarely used -- it still worked, but it was a gift from my mother when Reagan was still president of the United States, so, you know -- not exactly the latest model.
Anyway, I went out and bought one. And I made chili. And if I say so myself, it was really good.
Because I'm not well-versed in slow-cooker cooking, making the chili was sort of novel for me: I love that the prep only took about 20 minutes or so, and then once the cooker was started, slowly, over the course of the day, a meal happened. The rest of our day felt the same: as house slowly filled with the aroma of chili, Alex got her homework done. Marcus got in a 40-mile trail ride on his bike. And me, I got everything that I needed to get together for our accountant to do our taxes.
A slow, leisurely day where a lot got done.
Hope your weekend is going well too, friends.
(And incidentally, if you have any good slow-cooker recipes, I'd love to hear them -- I think I'm ready to learn all about the magic of the crock pot.)