So an unfortunate side effect of my not having a car is that our dinner schedule gets thrown all out of whack. You see, both Darrell and I work two jobs (a full-time one in the day, and a part-time one a few hours a week in the evening), and we have it pretty well coordinated so that one of us is always home to make dinner. I was a product of "boxed" dinners growing up (and I blame those on my lack of diverse taste buds during my adolescence--some might call it being finicky), but when Darrell and I first started dating and he began cooking for me, my taste buds exploded. I now eat mushrooms and peppers and strawberries and just about everything else under the sun. But I diverge.
As I was saying, we always try to cook something fresh for dinner, nothing boxed or frozen. But when a busted transmission leaves me car-less and Darrell has to stay in town until I get off work at 7, it's rather late for us to go home, roll up our sleeves, and get dinner going. Enter crock pot. To whomever got this for us as a wedding gift, we thank you again and again. Yesterday morning before we left we threw some meat, onions, salsa, peppers, and a few seasonings into the pot, set it to cook on low for eight hours, and came home to a wonderful meal of fajitas. No additional work necessary. It was marvelous. And definitely my type of cooking--throw it together and let it go. Darrell is much more the slave over the stove kind of chef in our house.
And to reward myself for all the time I saved by not having to cook dinner I decided to make cookies. That's right, the holiday madness has begun. I am a cookie (well, really, any kind of dessert) fiend. I fully plan to utilize my day off on Friday by filling our house with all sorts of sugary goodness. Might have to schedule a few extra gym visits in December, but it will totally be worth it. Totally.
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