This is my “newer” slow cooker! Okay, it’s my slow cooker’s identical twin. You’ll notice that it lacks a touchscreen—that just means that it will last for another thirty years, all the while retaining its ability to tenderize a side of beef, given enough unattended hours.
The best thing about this baby is that it was free. My older slow cooker was a yellow/greenish gingham number without a removable crock. We’re talking Flintstones era.
Yes, I am blessed to have a Kitchen Stuff Benefactor—it’s my friend Shazam, who lives in another state, and whom I visit on an annual basis. When Shazam gets a new small appliance or kitchen item, I am pretty sure that she pops it into a box with my name on it. If there are any other names on the box, Shazam, I don’t want to know. This item, which is working on some corned beef as I write, was from several years ago. Last year, I scored Shazam’s “extra” popover pan—her dinner parties’ loss was my gain! I am in love with popovers.
I do stroll down the slow cooker aisle at Target once in awhile. Those snappy chevron stripe models are so seductive. But if I bought a new one, I would probably end up with it hidden under a gingham crock cozy when I’m eighty. And I wouldn’t think of my friend Shazam whenever I cook slowly. Our arrangement is so much better.
Of course, I have to balance this generosity with a fair amount of Salvation Army donation on my part. That’s what summer is for.