I think I’m in love. Like seriously. Madly, deeply.
Okay, I may be slightly over-exaggerating (writer’s perogative, okay?) but after 5 days I’m here to tell you I have a serious crush happening. There’s an air of anticipation putting a spring in my step and a smile on my face. And at the end of every day I’m left with the joy of knowing that tomorrow it’ll happen all over again if I want it to. *g*
My boys gave me a slow cooker last Sunday for Mother’s Day. Believe or or not, this was a present I’d chosen for myself … after seeing a good friend of mine create dinner for her family in 15 minutes flat, just before we sat down to a morning coffee! She’d get on with the rest of her day and by 6 pm it would have become a delicious dinner for 5. Voila!
I know slow cookers aren’t a new idea. They’ve been around for years – in fact, I remember my mother having one of them when I was as a kid. (I think they were called crock pots back then.) But you see, I’d never experienced the joy of owning one. And oh, my God. What joy. I’ve gotta tell you there is a lot to be said about knowing while I’m ferrying kids to and from rugby training, dinner is taking care of itself! (Unlike the mountains of washing, damn it all to hell.)
So we’ve had some pretty awesome dinners this week. And I’ve got some brand new cookbooks to peruse and new recipes to try out. It’s been really fun so far. But the highlight was notoriously selective-foodie Louie eating something he’d never had before, and totally loving it! *high fives*
Later, lovelies. 🙂