I seriously don’t know how the early pioneers did it. While I can cook with coals from my fire, it’s arduous to say the least and I despise it. Often by the time the fire yields the perfect coals for cooking, I’ve run out of steam to dig the coals out and use them to cook so I just wait for the fire to burn itself out. Yes I own a dutch oven, yes I own a cast iron skillet and can cook in this primitive way, but I am extremely grateful for the magic of electricity.
My crock pot has gotten more attention in the three months I’ve lived up river than it’s gotten in the last three years I think. In fact, I could probably use a couple more even. That and a rice maker but we’ll talk about rice another day perhaps. When my lovely crock isn’t making 6 quarts of yummy goodness for my family, my electric skillet or Foreman are getting worked out. Sadly, I can’t have the skillet and crock pot plugged in at the same time so cooking continues to be an adventure but I’m figuring it out as I go. I will say this though: my creative spirit/talents don’t just stop at graphic and paper design. I’m getting pretty creative at caring for my family too.
In addition to cookbooks for open fire cooking, I invested in cookbooks specifically for slow cookers and electric skillets and the kiddos think my efforts are stellar. I’d take all the credit but it’s not that hard to read and follow directions so thanks go to Editors of Favorite Brand Name Recipes and Presto. This was tonight’s dinner:
Chicken fried steak (super easy…cubed steak dipped in egg then in bread crumbs then in egg again then in bread crumbs again and fried in electric skillet), a fantastic side dish (page 148 of the crock pot cookbook) and corn. It’s a carnal sin (or it should be anyway) to have chicken fried steak without gravy but there was nothing fancy about the gravy.
Pretty much the only noise I heard from my kids during dinner was choruses of yum and agreement that this meal hit the spot. Oh yes and begging me to make sure I made it again sometime soon and requests to take the leftovers to school tomorrow for lunch. Pretty sure that’s kid speak for “DANG my mama can COOK”…at least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.