I’m not exactly sure when or how this Crock Pot came into my life. I think it may have been handed down from my mother-in-law to me. At first I didn’t appreciate its vintage 1970’s flair, but I quickly came to love it. I think my first thought was, oh, I guess that size would be good for queso. (Don’t judge. We like copious amounts of queso at a party.) But eventually I came to know the magical powers of this particular slow cooker. Like, it cooks at a pace that is anything but slow. I put frozen chicken in it this afternoon, and I’m confident it will be perfect by the time we eat dinner. My much newer Crock Pot does not perform like this. It has weird things like timers and settings like high, low and warm. Strange, I know!
A month ago, the low setting on my vintage gave out. Now we have high or nothing. But really, one might ask themselves, why would you want anything but the high setting when you’re the kind of mom who scrambles around to find something for dinner only a few short hours before that actual event is set to happen?
This little fast cooker is my favorite.
Until last week, when I was slow/fast cooking ground beef for tacos. (Yes, I make pretty much every meal in this thing.) And it STOPPED WORKING. You can imagine my upset. My other Crock Pot doesn’t know me like this one. It doesn’t know I’m a disorganized mess who flounders around praying an idea for dinner will fall from the sky like manna. But this vintage specimen? It gets me.
I mourned this slow-cooker on steroids. I almost threw it out. But before parting with it, I decided to plug it in one more time just to check if it would work again.
(On high only. But still, I’ll take it.)
I was so excited. As I relayed my story to my husband that night at dinner—he’s such a lucky guy to be regaled with my adventurous tales when he gets home from work—he made a concerned face. “You should throw it out. Haven’t you seen This is Us??”
I laughed. And I suppose he’s right… I probably should probably give this ol’ girl up.
And I will. I promise. I will…
When she gives out completely.
And I know, I know, you’re all going to tell me to get an Instant Pot. They’re perfect for last minute mamas like me. I want one. I’m considering it. But I’ll tell you the truth—if this favorite of mine finally gives up and rolls over, it’s quite possible you’ll find me at the thrift store or a garage sale looking for another just like it. 😉