I’m one of those people who has the talent of bringing unforeseen kitchen calamities to fruition. Although I haven’t set fire to a kitchen (yet), I did manage to blow up our crockpot Sunday. Now this was no ordinary crockpot. I won it at Miss C’s 5th grade middle school fall festival two years ago and it was a gorgeous deep red crockpot. I loved this crockpot. It was shiny and new and full of possibilities.
And now it’s dead.
That’s right. I’m a crockpot killer.
Fall is perfect crockpot weather and we’ve had amazing cool temps at night the past several days so I decided to make beef stroganoff Sunday. I pulled the crockpot out from our cabinet. Like the return of Pumpkin Spice Lattes at Starbucks, there’s something about breaking out the crockpot that signals fall to me. I hadn’t used our crockpot in a while so I washed out the ceramic pot, patted it dry, placed it in the crockpot and ZAP!
Not only did it scare the $#%@&* out of me, but it managed to completely fry the electronic circuitry and my husband had to flip the breaker switch. Thankfully I didn’t kill any of the other appliances plugged in to the same outlet.
Luckily I still had a backup old school slow cooker and was able to make dinner despite the unexpected death of my beloved crockpot.
So, what have you blown up in the kitchen lately? (Wink.)