Crazy about my crockpot!

I have recently decided that there is no feeling quite like walking up the stairs after a long day, catching a whiff of something delicious and realizing that it's coming from MY apartment. Nothing compares.
I'd love to shake hands with the inventor of the crockpot. Call me lazy, call me crazy, but I have used mine 3 times in a week in the recent past. It's so easy even I can do it! Granted, my crockpot seems to burn hotter than a blazing inferno at times, but it's better to come home to burned dinner than no dinner (poor Brandon!)This is me - early in the morning - this summer impressing my Mum & sister with my "cooking skills". Although it may look disgusting going in, it always comes out, well, still looking disgusting, but tasting delicious.
I think my obsession probably began with a slow day at work when I decided to browse Betty Crocker's website. (Anyone that knew me anytime before last year is probably checking to make sure they are reading the correct blog.) Yes, I have taken to browsing cooking sites! So I searched for Betty's slow cooker recipes and stumbled upon a veritable treasure trove of slow cooked goodness. My personal favourites happen to be the Cowboy Stew (although "cooking for 2" doesn't mean much to the Richards), Pork Chops with Apple-Cherry Stuffing and the Hot German Potato Salad (it's warm potato salad, not a recipe from a good-looking European...learn from my mistakes).
So the next time you're coming home and happen to smell something delicious...ask yourself "Is that my dinner?" If the answer is Yes: life is good. If the answer is No: kick yourself and then click here.