Here’s looking at you kid: A crock pot love affair

It is embarrassing to admit, but I think I have a culinary crush on my crock pot. It is crock pot Thursday. That means after working all day I get to come home to a delectable, home cooked meal that doesn’t require me to do…anything! You can slow cook an old running shoe with onions, garlic, roasted tomatoes, ginger, horseradish sauce, and wine and it will taste like a meal from any 5-star restaurant. Crock pots are amazing. I think Jesus wants everyone to have a crock pot.

My favorite crock pot recipes:
Beef or pork roast with horseradish wine sauce served over Israeli cous cous
Pork butt carnitas with orange juice and green chile served with roasted garlic, cilantro, queso fresco, and fresh corn tortillas
Stewed chicken with southwest spices and green chile served over rice or with tortillas

Busy moms and workaholics alike should invest in this is vital piece of technology. It prevents wasting money and sacrificing healthy habits by avoiding the inevitable fast food option (I’m still trying to severe my craving for PizzaHut). I think Apple should invest in smart crock pot technology! I throw in several ingredients and it tells me the remaining items to add for a gourmet meal. I’ll be sure to pitch that the next time I meet with Tim Cook. I’m sure he’ll just love it. ;-)

Wedding Bullshit-Part 1

Le Fat Cat is back!

So, it was never my intention to have a wedding. Not only have I been married before (thank goodness for divorce!), but I thought it ridiculous to have a wedding for a couple that has lived together for 8 years. We already have the house, towels, shower curtains, ice cream bowls, cheese graters, and the random wall art. We already argue over who is going to clean the litter box, unload the dishwasher, and pick up laundry off the floor. Aren’t weddings for people that don’t know enough about each other to be terrified? Perhaps it’s about looking for a day to buy really expensive shit (more on wedding expenses in future blogs).

 

 

My plan was to elope to Jamaica and get married on the beach. All I needed was sand, sun, rum punch, and a stoned minister that asked you to consent with a “ya, mon”. However, the journey into My Fair Weddings has begun. Familial obligation has vetoed all Caribbean based bad behavior and drunken nuptials. Where is Bob Marley when you need him?!

 

 

I am now well versed in contracts for photographers, flower designers, and receptions. I have a color coded folder with notes. I have pulled out the “I’m-a-project-manager-card-so-don’t-screw-me” card more than once. All the while working full time and finishing up an MBA. I find thatnothing brings out the best (and worst) in people than weddings and funerals. Each function is highly detailed, emotional, and in the end you always feel like you need to kiss someone’s ass.

 

 

However, with all that vented, I have to say that I’m actually kinda excited. And those of you that know me well know that it takes a lot to evoke a real reaction. I have a wine based ceremony and reception, I have a fantastic dress, wedding photos done in Paris, France, and I’m having donuts in place of a wedding cake. Really, what more could you want?

 

 

If I don’t make the Oxygen Channel’s wedding of year I’m going to be pissed!