A Motherlode of Crock-Pots

johnny_automatic_crockpotWhile packing the cupboards before moving out of my condo, I found a Crock-Pot.

This is the trusty pot that I use to cook the comfort food that sees me through 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.  Stains from my six-alarm chili streaked its aluminum base but I could not recall using it.

Even more troubling was the third Crock-Pot snuggled behind the second.

This one was a small affair with a heavy glass top and a base the color of baked beans. Again, the pot looked familiar. I had seen it used at gatherings to keep food warm but I also had no clue how it got into my cupboard.

But then things got scary – while cleaning under the bottom shelf 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 and to my utter amazement, I discovered a mine of slow-cookers, all of which I chucked into the hallway in a clatter cacophony of Crock-pots

There were Hamilton-Beach bases without pots and RIVAL pots without bases. There were old clay pots with no lids and modern creations so elegant that one could barely call them Crock-Pots. There was one faded earthen slow-cooker with handmade Navajo designs and a mysterious pot so darkened by soot that the print of a mastodon was barely visible.

Where had they all come from?

Had I tapped into the vein from which all Crock-Pots emerge?

How do we get all this stuff?

Back home the next morning I was still pondering the mystery, so I put it to my wife. “Honey, when is the last time we bought a crock pot?”

She set her fork down to consider the question. “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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