Something bad happened to our crock-pot on Easter Sunday. I'm not sure exactly what it was, but I remember my dad and me yelling at each other after my grandma went to bed about glass shards in the baked beans.
We've scraped along crock-pot-less for the past six months, but this weekend I could stand it no longer. So I went out and bought a crock-pot, a big crock-pot named Ernest. Ernest could cook a whole chicken (if he wanted to, but I don't think he does).
This morning I went to put Ernest away in his new home in the cabinet. I was planning to throw away the remains of the old crock-pot (which had been saved for reasons I did not remember, but which I figured had been erased from my memory (1) because I didn't get very much sleep Easter weekend and (2) because it really was an unpleasant yelling match about glass shards).
Ernest went in and the old crock-pot came out. And, except for missing a lid, it seemed to be in entirely good condition. So I did what I should've done six months ago and went online and found a replacement lid for $5.95.
Why is it things don't usually make so much sense until after you've made an unnecessary expenditure???
In the alternative, is there any practical reason to run two crock-pots at the same time???