Fuck Pot Roast
So, it's gotten cold in Ohio and today I decided I'd toss a pot roast into my crock pot. It feels like fall today and pot roast is fall food. Fittingly enough, my grill ran out of propane yesterday, so I figured this would be a good day to break out the old crock pot. (Is crock pot one word or two?)
So this morning, I got the roast defrosted, added my water to the pot and stuck the roast in. I seasoned it with salt and pepper. I chopped some red potatos, onions and carrots and tossed em all in the sonofabitch. I even walked out side and cut some fresh thyme and rosemary and stuck that shit in the pot too. It cooked on low heat all day and the house filled up with the smell of homemade pot roast. Sounds very Martha Stewarty right?
Well, 6 hours later, I opened up the crock pot and it all looked just delicious, but you know what? I don't fucking want pot roast. I don't have the taste for it or the desire for it and I really can't remember why I decided to make it in the first place. The smell is actually making me gag and I decided I ain't eating it. So I poured myself a big ol' bowl of Honeynut Cheerios, made some toast and had a glass of orange juice, and you know what? It was really good. Way better than pot roast. I'm not sure what my problem is, I just don't feel like eating that shit no matter how tasty it looks. Have you ever had days like that? So, I will serve the hubby and kids the pot roast and they better like it.
End of story.
So this morning, I got the roast defrosted, added my water to the pot and stuck the roast in. I seasoned it with salt and pepper. I chopped some red potatos, onions and carrots and tossed em all in the sonofabitch. I even walked out side and cut some fresh thyme and rosemary and stuck that shit in the pot too. It cooked on low heat all day and the house filled up with the smell of homemade pot roast. Sounds very Martha Stewarty right?
Well, 6 hours later, I opened up the crock pot and it all looked just delicious, but you know what? I don't fucking want pot roast. I don't have the taste for it or the desire for it and I really can't remember why I decided to make it in the first place. The smell is actually making me gag and I decided I ain't eating it. So I poured myself a big ol' bowl of Honeynut Cheerios, made some toast and had a glass of orange juice, and you know what? It was really good. Way better than pot roast. I'm not sure what my problem is, I just don't feel like eating that shit no matter how tasty it looks. Have you ever had days like that? So, I will serve the hubby and kids the pot roast and they better like it.
End of story.
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