Wonderful Old Crockpot
I just wanted to tell you about my crockpot. It’s been my friend for 18 years now.
I hope to have it till I die.
It was old when I got it. My dad bought it for me at a yard sale before I left for college (my Dad and yard sales are an amazing combination. I swear he can find anything at a yard sale. I wish yard sales where I live were half as good as they are back home).
At the time, I remember looking at it and thinking, “Wow. It’s big and it’s ugly, but I might as well take it.”
Now I think it’s beautiful. And yes, it’s big. 6 quarts! I love it.
I have newer crockpots, programmable ones, littler ones. Yet this is the crockpot I use EVERY time. They really don’t make them like they used to. It never fails me. It cooks food the way I want it to, in the time I want it to. It doesn’t scorch, make its own decisions, or cook too fast or too slow. It’s just right. And it holds just the right amount of food for a woman who’s always cooking for a crowd.
This crockpot has cooked dinner for the Cub Scouts Blue and Gold Banquet, potlucks, countless meals for people with lives temporarily upside down. It’s saved me time and again on a crazy day. I can’t count how many family dinners it’s helped me with. I really mean it when I say that I love my crockpot. It may not be a vintage item that sits out for display, but it proudly parks on my kitchen counter quite regularly to serve as my number one assistant. In my book, it certainly counts as one of my wonderful old things!