Let me tell you about the slow cooker disaster that still haunts me.
I was so proud of myself. I’d found a “healthy” recipe for chicken and quinoa. I threw everything in the Crock-Pot before work, set it to low, and left for eight hours feeling like a domestic goddess.
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I came home to… sludge. Gray, mushy, sad sludge. The chicken had turned into shredded rubber bands. The quinoa had dissolved into a paste. The vegetables were nowhere to be found—they’d simply ceased to exist.
I stood there, hungry
