Out of all domestic-related duties, cooking is my favorite by a mile. And lately, for whatever reason, I've been on a crock pot bender. Actually, it's a bit stupid to write "for whatever reason." It might have something to do with the fact that I found a cookbook tucked away on the shelves of Marshall's........one which contains over 500 crock pot recipes. Frankly, I like the idea of getting all the hard cooking work over with during the part of the day when I actually still have a modicum of energy to expend. Yeah. Those are not-exactly-mysterious contributing factors to the sudden crock pot phase I seem to be going through. Even though crock pot cooking seems a bit old-school and anti-gourmet.
Funny enough, this culinary development falls on the heels of a failed raw food bender. I bought some raw food recipe books a few weeks ago. Alas, most of the recipes call for exotic ingredients that you have to (a) Google for identification purposes, and then (b) drive to five different specialty health food grocery stores to find (writes the broad who once did exactly that after purchasing the Gillian McKeith cookbook.......hope, or idiocy, springs eternal). Plus spending an hour peeling zucchini into spiral spaghetti-like strips in order to create veggie "pasta" isn't my idea of a good time. Still, it's ironic that I go from swearing to myself a few short weeks ago that from hereon out, I shall only eat raw, organic, un-cooked veggie goodness (I could practically envision the shiny golden aura of glowing good health that would subsequently follow me wherever I went), to a phase in which I'm letting stuff marinate in a pot for 7 or 8 hours at a stretch. But I digress.
Yesterday it was split pea soup. Today it's chicken with Italian sausage (and let me tell you, those sausages and onions are smelling bitchin' right now.....). Tomorrow I'm going to attempt a really wrong, wrong, wrong sounding recipe entitled, "Company Slow Cooker Pork Chops." I mean "wrong" in the decadent sense of the word.....given that some of the key ingredients include sour cream and cream cheese. And I'm assuming THEY mean "Company" in the outdated 50's sense of the word - when you invited "company" over to your house instead of "guests." But hey, maybe they mean "Company" as in "The Company" as in "bad guys featured in an espionage/cyber-hacker or crime drama thriller" sense of the word (like on "Prison Break"). Maybe if I make this recipe, a small squadron of evil-mongering corporate stooges, or crime ring henchmen, or government shadow figures, will show up on our doorstep, and then force me to hack into a bank's computer system and siphon some money out for nefarious purposes. They might even want me to assassinate someone. That's a lot of pressure when you just want to make some pork chops. (But secretly I would find it all more than a little bit rad.)
On the other hand, that probably won't happen. I'm guessing the more likely of sinister outcomes here is that I'll gain a few pounds thanks to the sour cream and cream cheese.
Whatever. I'm up for anything.
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