#crock pots

[shiftythrifting]

“but so was my grandma”

[cowboytalkin]

crock pots

[femme-penelope]

Fun fact: The crock pot is named after Betty Crocker

[toyastales]

Crockpot French Dip Sandwiches

[saurotitan]

Potluck of the Draw

It's potluck time!

It’s universally accepted that if you stay in the Midwest long enough you’ll end up attending at least one potluck. It could be hosted by your local relatives, your Church, your school, even your employer, but it will happen. You probably don’t even have to go anywhere to attend one – I’m confident there’s a non-zero chance that you could stay perfectly still and not leave your home and as long…

[nonranghaes]

changbin's voice is soft and muffled against the back of your shoulder. "this is going to sound silly, but..."

you raise your head with a soft hum, looking away from your book for just a moment. "you can sound silly with me, silly," you tease, just a little, because he's yours. the growing smile on his face tells you that more than anything else in this moment.

"i'm trying to be sappy," he complains, just a little, because he's yours and that's also his job just as much as it is to be silly with you. "your soup always tastes a lot better than mine does."

"better than your mom's?"

he doesn't say anything. he just squeezes you tight around your middle, face warm from what you can feel. you think it's him admitting that, yes, your soup tastes better than what his mom makes... but he lifts his head up, just enough that his voice is clearer. "you're equal."

you'll take that. it's honestly a great honor. "i won't tell her you said that."

"she knows," he says quietly. "because i talk about you a lot. it doesn't bother her." she knows i'm in love with you. that's why she's not offended, even playfully. "just don't brag."

you just smile a little. "noted. if it means anything... i think food tastes better when you cook it, too."

he just kisses the back of your shoulder, smiling against it. it's a lazy afternoon with him, the smell of spices hang in the air from the soup that's slow-cooking now, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

[thehmn]

I’ve been a fool! An idiot! A halfwit!

Ages ago my mother gave me a slow cooker (or crock pot if you like) and over the years I’ve only taken it out sparingly, maybe once a year, maybe only every other year. But now? Now it’s firmly placed on my craft table (because I can’t fit it on the kitchen table) because I only recently realized you can make most things in it so long as you’re not addicted to the crisp. It can make things crispy just not super crispy.

I’ve really come to appreciate that I can start the slow cooker in the evening before I go to bed and have breakfast immediately in the morning or start it before I leave for work and get right to dinner once I get home and still use less electricity than if I had cooked it in the oven for 30 minutes. So far I’ve of course made various stews but also whole chickens, baked potatoes, bacon, rice milk porridge (Christmas dessert), bread, meatballs and banana cake.

I’m mostly making this post for my fellow low incomers or low energy besties who don’t have the time or energy to cook or want to save money. Slow cookers are some of the cheapest cooking appliances you can buy and my ADHD brain sometimes wants to buy another one just because the one my mom got me is bigger than I need it to be. It can seem scary at first to make other things besides stews in it but it cooks so slowly you’ve got plenty of time correct any mistakes. I can’t recommend a slow cooker enough.

[coelii]

Let’s settle this

[fullcravings]

Crock Pot (Pillsbury) Cinnamon Rolls

[mister-crow]

my stomach hurts, does your stomach hurt? do our stomachs hurt together?

[toxintouch]

I'm not sure if what I wrote is what this post had in mind but… also I meant to do this as a rb but my toxic trait is writing things in drafts/private posts so I err uhhh look I can't keep fighting with Tumblr formatting ok

Mhin receiving an unusually specific compliment. ᵕ ω ᵕ

“You're so fascinating, Mhin. If you wrote a book, I would definitely read it.  Even if you wrote the book about something really boring.  Even if you wrote…a dictionary, full of words I already know the meanings to.  I'd still read it, just because you wrote it.  Just to feel like I got to walk beside you in the world for a little while."

Mhin looks over at you despite themself. Your voice is low, tone affectionate difficult to parse over the incessant noise permeating the Wet Wick. They find themselves staring at your lips, as if to read your words despite hearing you clearly.

“You're really the most interesting person I know...  Which is saying a lot, in this city!”  You laugh at yourself, bandaged fingers trailing around the rim of the glass placed in front of you at the bar.  Your face is flushed, pupils dilated.  The longer they look at you, brows furrowed as they try to make sense of your words, the less you seem able to look them in the eyes.

The liquid in your glass is clear.  

Tequila?  Vodka?  Gin?  A stomach wrenching combination of all three, possibly.  Who knows what Leander was willing to put in front of you, if it makes you so…

Mhin huffs, mouth wrenching into a frown. They clasp a hand around the glass in front of you. "I think you've had enough." They must have gone (miraculously) nose-blind from the boozy scent of the Wet Wick because even as they slide the heavy tankard closer to themself, the pungent tang of alcohol is no more invasive than it was prior. They expected to be able to taste the fumes coming off of whatever concoction they just took from you.

"I'm--" You start to protest, but you find yourself cut off when Leander says something that causes the crowded bar to go wild, cheers erupting. One of the Bloodhounds jostles Mhin in their mirth, causing your confiscated drink to upend, contents sloshing over the surface of the bar and soaking the sleeve of Mhin's shirt.

It's water.

You were saying those things while sober.

Mhin's eyes find yours, no attention spared for the slurring Bloodhound beside them. You're looking at them affectionately, lips quirked.

"Would you be mad at me if I told you that you're too cute?" You ask, something far too warm, too inviting in your words.

Mhin is halfway across the bar in a heartbeat, burning red ears gone deaf to the sound of Leander's voice, calling out to them that they haven't picked their pay up yet. They'll get it tomorrow, they think, racing towards the respite of the fresh night air. Away from the urge to--

Mhin doesn't let themself turn to look back at you as they leave. Though they can't stop themself from wondering: if they did, would they see you staring back at them?

Damn Mhin just take the compliment. I made Mhin's about their brains instead of their looks etc. bc while I think mentioning wanting to kiss their beauty mark would fluster them I think this is the type of thing that would absolutely infect their brain.  Have them thinking about those words over and over until it completely ruins their nightly Soulless hunting; they give up & just stargaze all night.

[saltandlavenderblog]

Italian sausage and lentil soup

[thoughtportal]

roast recipe

[bloomingdarkgarden]

Please please please I am foaming at the mouth for your next chapter I need it more than I need air

i know the feeling... I've needed to be outdoors because i need air.

o x y g e n.

no computer screens, etc. I spent most of yesterday healing and breathing and staring at this ✨

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My mother gave me a crock pot full of tangerines for my packed lunch. I had to carry it around all day like a fool because it didn't fit my bag. The tangerines weren't even good.

[eviecahir]

Left: a bite taken out of a slice of cantaloupe

Right: a shiny black crock-pot, sitting in Mr Kitly Store.