The magic of Facebook. I posted there that my Crock Pot*, age 17.5 years (it was a wedding gift) finally died. OK, truth be told the LID died. Because I accidentally melted it. Which is a whole other entry.
Moving on.
I had grand plans of going out and buying another one today. A bigger one! One with digital readouts! And a locking lid! And set the table! And do the dishes along with cooking my dinner! So I posted and asked for suggestions. One friend responded that he had two and I could have one of them.
Score!
I get an almost new appliance, a blog entry, AND get to feel all virtuous because I didn't have to actually purchase said appliance. I'm reusing! I'm reducing! Yay me! And for the record, I had The Geek drill a hole in the bottom of the old crock and it will serve has a planter come spring time. So I'm reusing not once but twice.
I simply love Mother Earth and it shows.
Say you: So why did this guy have two crock pots?
Say me: Apparently the one above didn't match his other appliances. ->
*I didn't realize until just yesterday that "Crock Pot" is actually a brand. I thought they were all called crock pots. Nope. The other versions, as indicated in the pic, are named "slow cookers". To my dying day, though, I will call them all "crock pots". Just like all petroleum jelly is "Vaseline".
3 comments:
And disposible facial tissues are Kleenex. Just saying...
That's because all disposable facial tissues *are* Kleenex, Carolyn.
Nope, nope, nope. I refuse to call it "Kleenex".
And they're bandages, not "band-aids".
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