So I've been really domestic and crap lately and also really overwhelmed and tired. Because dude, seriously. I'm working like fifty hours a week, walking thirty minutes to an hour a day, writing a damn book, and basically just being kick-ass.
Thus, I decided to dust off the slow-cooker and make a fantabulous meal for everyone to enjoy.
Except, yeah. Not so much.
The recipe called for chicken, rice and seasoning, water, cream of chicken soup, and carrots.
I followed the recipe. Except for the fact that, well, it was supposed to cook for 7-8 hours. And by the time I rolled up? I had been gone ten and a half hours.
And the rice? Was totally stuck to the sides in a big gelatinous lump.
I tried to salvage it, I did. I turned the heat off and moved it over and scraped the sides and so on. I put it on the kids plates and they ate it. They eat everything and declare everything to be the best thing they've ever eaten.
And really, the flavor was okay. But the consistency? Eww.
I felt bad. I'm really trying hard to be a better cook or heater upper or whatever, so I said to Jason,
"I wish it had turned out better."
So he said,
"It was edible."
Thanks for the reassurance.