I'm also recovering from my crockpot disaster.
Yeah, that whole crockpot thing.
We hosted the Purim seuda this year - and I have a Persian-Moroccan thing going on. I made a apricot and almond chicken tagine, meat kabobs and laffa bread. I also had other foods that I knew for sure my kids would eat, like wontons from the Chinese place and a roast. A plain, simple, yummy roast that was meant to cook in the crockpot all day long. It was meant to make the house smell yummy and it was meant to save time. And it would have done all those things had I, you know, actually turned on the crockpot. But I didn't.
My first clue -
We returned home from delivering all of these:
Our company was coming in twenty minutes and there was not enough food without the meat and it was already marinating for a good 15 hours. I wonder how long meat can marinate on it's own without going bad?
The fix? Searing it over high heat and then leaving it alone in a deep pot on the stove and then praying. It finally cooked but we did eat late. Oh well.
This is the table where we ate all that food:
So now that Purim is over, you can take a break. But only for like a minute because Pesach is coming. Buckle up, it's usually a bumpy ride. Does anyone else feel queasy when they see the Pesach aisle in Shoprite? No? I do. Every single year.