Why aren't more people talking about crock pots?

This stuff can't be messed up- ok, I'm sure that's not 100% true but crocking is SO easy. I really like to cook but notoriously- I have this horrible tendency to "throw a little extra something *wink wink*" in a pot or bowl before I whip it together to make it extra special- too many times (more like every single time) I ruin the dish. Or make it some I'd never want to make it again.

Enter the crock pot that I ended up making $3 for (old bridal shower BB&B gift card balances + rebate) and buy one get ones at Giant. 

Last night's recipe called for a frozen London Broil (I don't usually buy real fancy meat- but again, buy one get one's are the jump off to a good dinner) an envelope of Lipton Onion Mushroom sauce (or something like that.) I let that stuff sit there for about six hours- take the lid off, stick carrots, a bunch of little potatoes, a few cloves of garlic and some halfed onions in your crock slow-like POW! (see how I fit Wu-Tang in there?) This all happened while Todd was at his basketball game last night (I'll get to this in a minute) . 

Todd got home around 9 and with some of those 'throw in the oven to finish cooking' rolls we had a real FEAST. I'm reheating the left overs for lunch and it made my boss come out of his office lead by his nose trying to figure out what's going on. I'm a chef! Well, maybe not, but I'm excited to know that hopefully when it's Fancy's time to go off to college s/he will be REALLY excited to come home to one of mom's home cooked meals. 

The best thing about pot roast- it looks like barf but it tastes like magic.

So back to Todd having to go to his basketball game last night. This was a 5th and 6th grade girls CYO tournament. When he told me it wasn't cancelled I told him there's NO WAY it was still on. All of the schools in the Philadelphia region were closed and it was just impossible. Apparently not. 

I forgot what time his game was supposed to be so around 8:30 I started to get real nervous (and I was hungry- there was pot roast calling my name.) I finally sent him the- I'm nervous, please call or text so I know you're not dead- text. For about ten minutes I sat watching some nonsense on the national geographic channel and thought about terrible things like a fatherless baby...or a 29 year old husband-less wife. Awful. I ate a few thin mints to try and make me feel better. It distracted me for a few seconds but then it gave me heartburn. He called about ten minutes after my panic-y text. I felt a huge sense of relief.

It's weird, I don't usually worry like that. I know I won't be able to avoid it in the future as we brace for bringing our spawn into the world...but maybe people shouldn't have CYO basketball games just 24 hours after 17 inches of snow is dumped on the region. Jerks.