crock pot betty

I busted out Aunties old crock pot tonight. And by old, I really mean new.

She bought it two years ago, almost three. She asked me to take her to Target because she absolutely needed a blender and new crock pot. Both of which she never used before she died. Today is the very first time the crock pot has been used, and it smells of burned plastic and chile verde.


Its been three hours already. One more to go.

I wonder if my generation will be the last to use crock pots. I've already noticed that majority of the people I know in my age group that cook have never actually used one. I think we've grown up in a time where we strive for instant gratification. Greater, Better, Faster. 30 minute meals. 25 minute meals. 10 minute meals. Why wait any longer?


Cooking is a lost art in American Culture. I'm moving to France.


And I'm taking Aunties crockpot with me.