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Our oven is broken.  The electrical panel stopped working, so we have no way to turn the oven on.  We can still use the cooktop, thankfully.  But for some reason, I sort of forgot about that ability–so I’ve been using the crockpot like a crazy person lately.  Maybe this is a good thing, since I usually forget about the power of the crockpot.  There are a couple of great things about me using the crockpot–number 1, I think of my grandmother every time I take it out from it’s spot on the shelf.  My grandma passed away a few years before my boys were even born.  I miss her terribly, and think of her often.  She gave me her crockpot when I was first married.  So there’s a little bit of Ida in every meal.  And number two–dishes are done before 9 am! Bonus!  If there’s one thing I hate about cooking, it’s the darn dishes in the sink after dinner.  But using a crockpot nearly solves that entire problem, minus having to wash the crockpot itself.

We also have a second crockpot, cause well, one isn’t enough?  So today I had both on at the same time.  Yeah, I’m real cool like that.