Waking up to freshly cooked dinners.

We got me this fabulous new slow-cooker--> after days of checking out the options in stores and online, I finally found the one I wanted, and Tom found a store and an arrival date (fresh, fresh, FRESH off the shelf - it's the new Hamilton Beach 5-quart, digital display, triple setting, stay-or-go, slower cooker). Fantastic. This puppy even has a meat thermometer built right into it; you can program this little white beast to take all day to cook your pork roast but stop when the internal temperature reaches 160, then hold it at a biologically safe temperature while not drying it out.

Super?
Fantastic!
The problem?

I'm so thrilled with it, and my new slow-cooker magazine, that I have been whipping up meals day and night. Not kidding about the night thing either, yesterday morning we woke to a tender, juicy, slow-roasted chicken. Yup, it was ready at 6:30am. I packed some for Tom's lunch, of course, then proceeded to make a fabulous chicken stew with the rest. Besides the roasted chicken and subsequent soup, I've made a ratatouille, beef roast, and a veggie stew. It only came in about a week ago! (And we weren't even here for the weekend.)


Yes, our grocery bills are out the window, but our freezer is filling with healthy and ready-made home-cooked dinners.

Alright, does anyone want to come over for dinner? (Or lunch, or breakfast, or a midnight snack?) Because Tom is having a hard time keeping up, and I just hit the start button again.