Doeden: Slow cooker a kitchen friend
31.12.69
Every time I pull my slow cooker out of the hall closet, I lament my decision to give up my old crock pot.
When I got married, the Rival Crockpot, introduced to the purchasing public in 1971, was changing the way women cooked. Every home cook wanted the new small electric kitchen appliance that “cooks all day while the cook’s away” as advertised. My husband and I received several as wedding gifts.
We kept one of those stoneware slow cookers – a basic crock interior with a clear glass lid, and a bright red-orange exterior.
That old Crockpot prepared many meals for us over the years, usually an inexpensive beef roast that would cook until it was so tender and succulent, it would fall apart as it was removed from the crock.
The only venison roast I ever prepared was cooked in that Crockpot. My brother-in-law shared the cut of meat from a deer he had hunted that season. I’d never cooked wild game in my life, but I was a newlywed and anxious to please my venison-loving father-in-law. I decided if the slow-cooker worked for beef roast, it would be a satisfactory way to cook venison. I’m not sure how my kind father-in-law was able to choke that tough, stinky meat down, but he cleaned his plate. As he and my mother-in-law left our house that evening, I was hoping it was the pie I served for dessert he would remember and not the venison from the crock pot.
Source: In-Forum
Mourning the loss of my slow cooker
31.12.69
A trusted old friend took her last breath yesterday, and I am mourning her passing. The Rival Crock Pot my husband and I received as a wedding gift stopped working. I'm assuming it was a short in the electrical system that killed her since she never heated up.
It was probably time. For the last 25 years, she has helped my busy family avoid the fast-food trap. During the fall and winter months, she became the workhorse of our kitchen serving up bowls of chile verde, lentil soup and beef stew at least once a week.
I used her less in the summer, but occasionally she would bake potatoes or roast a chicken eliminating the need to turn on the oven and heat up the kitchen - another reason I adored her.
As you can see from this photo, she looked a little dated and my children often made fun of her 1980s brown/beige/orange color. But I didn't care, she was dependable and a working mom's best friend.
I didn't just appreciate her on the weekdays, either. She saved us on Saturdays after spending the day at little league baseball games and on Sundays when a roast after church is a religious experience.
Source: Salt Lake Tribune (blog)
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