Last year, my husband overheard a friend excitedly telling me about her favorite slow cooker recipes, to which I replied, “I should try that.”
In response, he bought me a Crock-pot for the holidays, which he thought I would love. The Crock-Pot remained unopened in its giant box in a corner of our kitchen until last month, when my husband finally opened it himself and cooked up a hearty stew. Now he loves the Crock-Pot.
But I hate it.
Before all of you enthusiasts start falling over yourselves with shock, thinking I can’t possibly know the joys of a slow cooker without having used one or without having tried your super-easy and delicious recipes or without having tasted your slow-cooked balsamic chicken, just stop it right now. I know your chicken “literally falls off the bone” but I hate the Crock-Pot, OK? And here’s why:
It makes me feel lazy: The more I hear about how simple it is to cook a healthy, delicious meal for my whole family, the lazier it makes me feel.