This morning, my mother and I were talking about a meal she made last night. She was attempting to make a pot roast, but somehow it came out more like a stew.
"What do you usually do when you make the pot roast and why did it come out so different?" I said to her.
"Well, I followed a different recipe, browning the pieces of meat like they instructed, but it didn't come out as I expected."
"But why did you cut up the meat? Aren't you supposed to put the whole roast in the pan?" I said, confused.
"Yeah, normally I just put the whole thing in the cockpot and let it cook all day."
"The cockpot??"
My mother looked at me, confused; not really sure what I was asking.
"I guess every girl needs a cockpot. It probably makes cooking so much more fun." I teased.
She laughed, finally comprehending what she said and her ongoing laughter made me giggle. So there we stood, laughing about her faux pax; me imagining a pot full of cocks, literally standing in the air, and my mother? Well, she was so amused with herself, that her shoulders were still trembling from laughter as she walked away.
I don't currently have one, but when Eddie and I move into our new house, I'm definintely going to ask for a cockpot as a house warming gift. I'm pretty sure it'll be one of my most used kitchen appliances.
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