I should have known this wasn't my week when I was called for jury duty Monday morning. No one goes to jury duty expecting to get put on a trial. They picked me. For a four-five day trial. Work has been a little crazy lately, so this sort of threw me into a tizzy trying to figure out how I would manage everything without access to my computer or my office for one week. Now that I am done with day two (hour 18) of the trial, I am invested emotionally and mentally in the outcome and think this whole thing is pretty cool (albeit, redundant and drawn out, but cool)!
So, after missing my massage on Monday night because I was stuck downtown at court and didn't get home until way later than usual I was feeling all out of sorts and I hate not being on my schedule. So, to put my little family back in a routine I decide to try out the new Crock Pot (that's a lie- I tried it once, it wasn't perfect, but a meal in the end) with a spaghetti meat sauce. I followed the directions in preparation perfectly and then put it on low before I left.
Directions: turn Crock Pot on low for 10-12 hours.
Well, I get home after 9 hours to the not so sweet aroma of what I would compare to what it smells like when you're cleaning the kitchen oven, only not so severe. Burnt garlic to say the least. How is this possible?! I go and open the pot, and sure enough it is completely burnt to a crisp. Ugh. So, we head on to our favorite restaurant, El Azteca, and have a cheap, but wonderful (although our chips were more burnt than usual, what gives?) meal.
Not sure when I will brave the Crock Pot again, but I am pretty bummed. It was my favorite kitchen registry item (because it claims to be so easy) and we are not getting along as well as I had hoped.
In new news- I am taking ideas for new hobbies. Michael seems to have lots and that makes me jealous. My current favorite hobbies (my TV shows) haven taken a summer hiatus, so I have more free time and well, let's be serious, TV is not a hobby anyways.