Cooking

I've become obsessed with my kitchen. I love cooking. Ha! I never thought I would say/type that. After spending another small fortune at the grocery store last night, I came home and made something simple...it was getting late after all. We had grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.

Last night I decided to try out one of the gazillion crock pot recipes I've received from a friend and the numerous ones I've collected from the net. I prepped the ingredients last night so I could remove it from the fridge this morning, turn on the pot, and leave for work. I'm hoping the house does not burn down in the process. I'm also hoping Shadow does not decide he requires a snack and knock the crock off the top of the range. I don't want to come home to find dinner devoured or to find puke and poo all over the house-although hardwood floors means much easier clean-up. I received this crock pot the Christmas before last from my mother-in-law and this is the first time in use. I'll come home to find one of the following:

~raw chicken-the low setting is way too low
~burned chicken-the low setting cooks way faster than anticipated
~the dog has ate every last bite and has now regurgitated it throughout the floors of the house
~or(and this is the one I'm hoping for) a perfect meal, ready to dish out and consume.

I've got ingredients to make the following this weekend:

Meatloaf
London Broil in the crock pot
Indonesian Chicken

I'm making the London Broil Saturday. Amy is coming over and she's providing desert. She's going to make warm brownie cups. She's bringing her Kitchen Aid stand mixer with her. It may not leave my house(insert evil laugh here). If I have not procured one of these by Christmas you can be sure it will be on my Christmas list.