Thursday, March 21, 2013
In 1928 the Republican Party used the quote “A Chicken in Every Pot…” in a political campaign for Herbert Hoover as president. Wikipedia tells me that this phrase actually has its roots in seventeenth century France when Henry the IV wished his peasants prosperity. What does this have to do with anything? Well for one, this is a phrase my mom has said on occasion and I didn’t really know what it meant until it appeared in my economics text this semester. Cool. Secondly, I put a chicken in the Crockpot this morning and my house didn’t burn down, so I’m thinking that’s pretty good prosperity.
If you have been so kind to have read this blog before, you know that I have an irrational fear of my Crockpot. I’ve stated this in occasional conversation in the last few months and I’ve determined that this should be right up there with topics you don’t discuss in polite company like religion or politics. I have been told that I’m crazy, and the Crockpot is the working mom’s best friend. I think I’ve actually offended a few people as though the Crockpot is their friend. It’s all very strange.
But, today was the second time in 2013 that I used the frightful appliance, and the house is still standing. I may be ready to conquer my other irrational fears like getting stuck in an elevator or watching a movie about crop-circles on the SciFi Network. Or not…
I’ve been contemplating the restaurant desert that is my favorite town, and have been hungry for Indian food. Hy-Vee Chinese buffet doesn’t count, but it's honestly the closest thing we have. So for my Crockpot adventure I did a Google search for Tandoori Chicken in the Crockpot, where I found a blog post by author Stephanie O'Dea who used a Crockpot for like every day in a year, and I would guess her house is still standing. I’ve never stumbled on this blog before, but I already know I like the author as she has a similar aversion to chicken guts, and lots of ideas of what to do with a Crockpot. So about 6:25am this morning between straightening my hair and waking sweet baby, I attempted a loosely crafted version of this dish. (There is no Jessica-edited recipe, no pictures. I used the Rachael Ray style of measuring and stuck a lemon in where the guts used to be. Very culinarian.) It turned out to be very tasty and my family actually ate it. Crockpot lovers, you win this round.
In other news, I haven’t been blogging because I’ve been studying economics and Starbucks. (Literally, I have a project due on the organizational theory behind Starbucks…sadly, I haven’t been drinking enough…Starbucks.) Technically it is “Spring Break” but as good as JCrew is for retail therapy, somehow buying a wardrobe that looked like it belonged in St. Barts, hasn’t actually not gotten me to a sunny beach. If you’ve posted pictures of your tan and umbrella drinks on Facebook, I would normally say I’ve deleted you. This year I’m saying, please take me with you! Mama needs a vacation.