There aren’t usually garage sales here, with one exception-when an expat goes back to the States and sells all their stuff. Treasures, I tell you!
I happened to be there when one family’s boxes were first opened. Judy had dibs, she’s the business manager, and then it was my turn. I scored lots of Tupperware, a bread maker, and a Crock Pot. But not just any old Crock Pot-this one was 220 volt! Perfect to use here!
On top of that, any kind of meat is usually pretty tough here. What’s better for tough meat than several hours in a Crock Pot? Ok, I could use my pressure cooker, but I’m always kind of afraid it’s going to explode, so I don’t like to use it that much. And it heats up my kitchen.
But a Crock Pot…just throw ingredients in, turn on, and hours later-delicious! That’s my kind of cooking. A Swedish friend was with me when I scored the Crock Pot, and she didn’t know what it was. As I was explaining how it worked to her, it began to look a little less than perfect for where I live.
See, we have electricity from 6 pm to 1 am. Um, that has me getting up in the middle of the night to get the food out of the Crock Pot and deal with it. In the dark. Hmmmm.
Well, they say we’re going to increase to twelve hours of electricity someday soon, that might make the thing more convenient. For now, it’s in the armoire in the guest room…