A Motherlode of Crock-Pots

johnny_automatic_crockpotWhile packing the cupboards before moving out of my condo, I found a Crock-Pot. I had used this trusty pot for cooking during the cold months, (which in Minnesota means everything on either side of August)  but behind that one, I found another.

The second Crock-Pot looked vaguely familiar. It’s aluminum base was streaked by my six-alarm chili and the porcelain pot bore the calcified remains of my infamous Jambalaya, but what puzzled me is that I could not recall using it.

Even more troubling was a third Crock-Pot, snuggled behind the second. It was a small affair, with a heavy glass top and a base the color of baked beans. Admittedly, I eat beans – but I swear, I have never cooked a baked bean in my life. Again, the pot looked familiar. You see them used all the time at gatherings to keep food warm but I have no clue how this one got there.

But then things got scary – while cleaning under the bottom shelf the back of my hand brushed against a hard plastic object. It was unmistakably the control knob of yet another a Crock-Pot. In a panic, I flailed wildly under the shelf, chucking into the hallway, a clattering cacophony of Crock-Pot after Crock-Pot.

I uncovered Hamilton-Beach bases without pots and RIVAL pots without bases. I discovered old clay pots with no lids and modern creations so elegant I was not ever sure they were Crock-Pots. I found a faded earthen slow-cooker with handmade Navajo designs and one mysterious pot so darkened by soot that I could barely make out the print of a mastodon.

Had I uncovered a vein of Crock-Pots that ran all the way down into the mother lode? Is it possible that I had discovered a product that not only violated the laws of supply and demand but the laws of physics as well?

Back home the next morning, I asked my wife, “Honey, when is the last time we bought a crock pot?”

She set her fork down and rested her chin on the palm of her hand to ponder. “I don’t know,” she said, “should I pick one up?”

Author: Almost Iowa


7 thoughts on “A Motherlode of Crock-Pots”

    1. I’m giving away my treasures now. The church will get a couple and the next time we go to a potluck, I’ll be sure to offer crockpots full of leftovers to anyone willing to take them. I have an idea that is we acquired so many. (blush)

      1. I’m only halfway back. 😦

        I’m still off-the-grid at home and have to drive to town to access the net. Plans to put up the tower are going slow.

        Still, it is great to be back among my writing friends.

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