When I was growing up, my mom cooked. I did my homework, went to ballet, played piano, read many wonderful books and never once picked up on much of anything she prepared in the kitchen. My mom made dinner basically every night. Then I went to college and basically lived off cereal and McDonald's Happy Meals until about age 30. That's when things changed.
First of all, my roommate and best friend was a fantastic cook! When she wasn't around, I forged for food-cereal and Baker's. I had been dating my boyfriend for about 6 months by then. He is a fantastic cook! He was astounded that when he asked me to chop something up or buy some meat at the grocery store I gave him blank stares. He was amazed that this woman who went to college and had a Master's degree knew absolutely nothing about cooking. That was when the cooking lessons began and soon, I had prepped my first lobster to be barbecued all by myself. I now own several cookbooks and cooking magazines that I actually use. I have a fridge full of ingredients to make delicious meals with.
But still, I have to go shopping for meat with him because I don't know what all the different cuts are or exactly how to use them. And then there's the Crock Pot!
My boyfriend has made many delicious recipes in the Crock Pot and it all looks so easy. So, about a week ago, I decided I would give it a try. I was going to make pulled pork sandwiches. It seemed so easy. Threw in the pork. Threw in the BBQ sauce. Set it on low and headed out the door to work. When I came home I was in disbelief! It was ALL burned!!! I still don't know what went wrong. I followed all the steps. Needless to say, I threw it away and we had hamburgers for dinner.
Tonight I am making enchiladas in the Crock Pot. I will let you know how it goes!
The Pulled Pork Catastrophe
