Yesterday I made dinner in the crockpot before going out for the day. It’s nice to have that chore all done, I said to myself.
When I came home, I expected the stew to be percolating cheerfully on the counter, its many flavors mingling into the savory mix my family enjoyed eating.
But when I sniffed the air, I could smell nothing. Oh no! Something was wrong.
With trepidation I approached the kitchen. The crockpot was right where I left it, on the kitchen counter, stone cold.
Apparently, IT HAD NEVER BEEN SWITCHED ON. I hate it when I do things like that.
Also, the knob fell off again. So maybe it wasn’t all my fault.
And maybe it’s time for a new crockpot…