While I was heating a pot roast in my new slow-cooker, I decided to read the instructions that came with it (better late than never).
There was a list of twenty regulations, including this:
"Don't use this product if you have coordination difficulties" and
"Don't use this product unsupervised if you have a physical or mental incapacity."
Well, hell. That's strike three for me.
I swear I'm not making this up. It provided me with the best laugh of the day.
I bought my slow cooker and electric oven over a month ago (I think) but never used them because there's no room in my small kitchen.
I only recently found places to put them.
I painted an old bookcase and put the electric oven on it. And I squeezed the slow cooker onto the countertop near the stove.
The wall is two different colors because I painted the kitchen yellow but painted the adjacent room (where the dining room table is) another color. I should have just painted it all one color but I wanted some variety.
I never used a slow cooker before and only guessed at what I was doing. I made a pot roast with potatoes, carrots, and onions. Added a cup of beef broth and heated it on high for five hours.
To my astonishment it turned out great. The vegetables were perfect and the roast was tender and juicy. Problem is, I had lots of leftovers. I piled everything into a tray and put it in the fridge. It was easy to reheat it in the oven.
This is embarrassingly boring. I sound like an old hausfrau.
So, my pot roast adventure didn't impress you? Well, maybe this will.
Every time I make the dreaded trip to town I buy a lot of supplies and groceries. With my back back and the muddy, hilly terrain on my property, it takes a heckuva long time for me to drag the groceries inside. The 35 pound bags of cat litter are enough to kill me.
So, I always bring the perishable items in first, and take my time lugging in the other stuff.
When I got home from my most recent excursion to town, I (accidentally) left some items in the trunk of the car overnight - including a large bag of dry cat food and a box of donuts.
The next day when I went to retrieve the items in the car, I was literally stunned into oblivion. The box of donuts was ripped wide open and covered in MOUSE CRAP!! And the bag of cat food was chewed open and the contents were spilling out all over.
My question:
How the hell could mice get in the trunk of a car??? I never heard of such a thing. I'm not only shocked and disgusted - I'll never leave another food item in the car again.
I'm not exaggerating when I often say that this rural retreat where I live offers nothing but inconveniences,complications, and unpleasant situations.
Should I start putting mouse traps in the trunk of the car?
