In an effort to streamline my life and be able to devote more time to Leonard Pennario I have been trying to use the Crock Pot more. A while ago I shelled out on Amazon for this book called "Not Your Mother's Crock Pot Cookbook." Because I hate those old recipes you are always running across, with 10 cans of this and that. And dry onion soup mix. What is with that dry onion soup mix? I have never even seen it.
It sounds like something that would have the Shur-Fine label, though, I will say that.
Anyway. This morning waiting for the coffee to brew I am looking through "Not Your Mother's Slow Cooker Cookbook." The recipe the book opened to was "Chili Casserole."
The book is not before me at the moment because, well, what happened was, I threw it across the room. But I can recite what was in this thing.
Three cans of chili. That's right, ready-made canned chili. One can of olives. Two cups of grated cheese.
And a half a big bag of nacho chips, crushed.
"Not Your Mother's Slow Cooker Cookbook," my foot.
How about "Your Mother's Slow Cooker Cookbook"?
That does sound like a recipe my mother would love.
1 comment:
The mind reels to think of the sodium level of that concoction. When you are finished with your current project, you might consider writing a cookbook.
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