Crock-Pot Selfie

1347476657304_151538It’s the day I thought would never come. Something so miraculous has happened to me that a week later I’m still giddy. I, with chest thumping pride, can now report that I no longer have the lamest phone in the 48 contiguous states and the District of Columbia.

Just how lame was my phone you ask?

Not only was it so old that no business entity or craft fair would deign to manufacture or crochet a phone cover, but the AT&T store employees at first passed my phone around with wonder like it was a unicorn. Quickly that thrill was gone and I noticed they had fear in their eyes. I knew what they were thinking. I had seen that look before. When anyone under 25 would gaze at my phone they’d freak out a little.

My best guess is that my outdated phone probed their greatest inner fear — that one day a Pacman-like virus would appear and gobble up advanced technology, taking us all back to the flip phone and texting through mashing a button multiple times. Remember when if you wanted a Y you had to really go for it and click the 9 on your phone three times? Well, I was this close to living that life.

Thanks to my children, who staged an intervention and literally marched me into an AT&T store, I’ve got the latest and greatest in cellular technology (which means by the time you read this my phone will already need six software updates). I thought I would be thrilled with having a phone that was cool. At first I was, thanks to being introduced to the world of 1,000 different emojis. I had been emoji-free my entire life and now that I can send a happy-face-with-sunglasses text, well, it changed me. It spoke to my very soul. Who needs the alphabet to communicate when you can talk via panda emoji?

The downside of the phone is having all the social media apps on it. Yuck. I’ve hit the social media wall. I avoid Facebook during a presidential election year. I’ve got a hunch that when people write about politics they think it makes them sound smart. Sadly, the opposite is usually true. I miss the days when people would just stick a sign in their yard and call it a day.

As for Twitter, something’s wrong with my feed. I don’t know what happened, but slow cooker recipes are all I ever see. It’s not like I haven’t “followed” cool stuff like the Royals, but I never see those tweets. For some reason my account has been algorithmed to show only recipes where your food languishes in a hot tub for a six hours.

I just checked it right now and the first nine things on are it, yep, you guessed it: Crock-Pot crap. I saw a recipe for Crock-Pot Coca-Cola lamb stew. Excuse me for a minute while I go brush my teeth because I threw up in my mouth a little bit. And there was also a Crock-Pot cake tweet. Who makes a cake in a Crock-Pot? Like it’s so much harder to dump the batter in a pan and stick it in the oven for 20 minutes. And don’t get me started on cooking oatmeal in a Crock-Pot. Yes, let’s take something you can make in under 60 seconds with boiling water and stretch out that process to eight hours.

Plus, and here’s something hard-core Crock-Potians never talk about, Crock-Pots can be a huge pain to clean. All that leisurely slow cooking creates a crust of baked-on food residue that remains forever stalwartly clinging to the ceramic base. I don’t care if you lube up your Crock-Pot with enough aerosol vegetable cooking spray that it makes the Exxon Valdez oil spill look like a minor leak — you’re still not going to be able to wipe that thing clean.

Heed this warning: Do not make mac and cheese in a Crock-Pot. I’m pretty sure I got carpal tunnel’s from all the scrubbing it took. I’m talking 30 minutes and six SOS pads to get my Crock-Pot sort of clean and that was after soaking it overnight.

With my new phone I could even have taken a selfie with multiple sad-face emojis or done a snapchat while I was scouring my slow cooker. But, here’s the deal: Now that I’ve got this fancy phone, if you ever see me in a #crockpotselfie, please assume I’m being held against my will and do all you can to stage a dramatic rescue. I suggest using the Trader Joe’s parking lot as a command post.

In fact, bring your Crock-Pots. If you have ever used them to cook oatmeal or mac and cheese, they’ll fit the criteria for WMD’s and that means you can really scare my captors into a speedy hostage release.


 

6 thoughts on “Crock-Pot Selfie

  1. Susie Uppman says:

    Get some Slow Cooker Liners….They are magical! Should be near the Crockpots or baggies. And congrats on the new phone. I thought I was always last.

  2. Erika says:

    I have the same problem with all my social media accounts. Most of the time I see stuff I have zero interest in. At least now I know I’m not alone.

  3. The Abbster says:

    Best thing in your post was about oatmeal. “Yes, let’s take something you can make in under 60 seconds with boiling water and stretch out that process to eight hours.” I don’t get all the crockpot mania. LOL!

  4. Katy M says:

    I do love using my crockpot, but it’s also a non-stick kind. I have not made a cake or oatmeal in it, however. I probably use it 2-3 times a month, for recipes that I know will work. I wanted to comment on your phone. I, too, recently upgraded from the good old flip phone to something that I’m told has more tech in it than we used to send man to the Moon. I haven’t figured out everything, but do LOVE the fact that I don’t have to use the numeric keypad to text. It’s brightened my world considerably.

  5. Eastcoastgal says:

    I love my crockpot so much I have 2, yes 2 of them. I just recently found out about the liners. Where were they 10 years ago? I hate all the hard baked on gunk on my crockpot.

    About 3 years ago I bought my first phone with a keyboard and it was a flip phone. Fast forward to this past September when I went in to buy my husband a new phone. His phone was so old it would drain the battery just to send or receive a couple of texts. While I was in there I bought my first “smart” phone. It took me over a month to figure out how to make or receive a phone call. Can I just say I want my dumb flip phone back. But back to the hubs, no I did not buy him a “smart” phone because he didn’t want one. When we went back a few days later to activate his new phone you should have seen the look of absolute horror on the tech’s face when my husband handed him the old phone and said he wanted everything transferred over to the new one. It was priceless.

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