So, I talked about slow decorating yesterday per the advice of The Nesting Place. Then, lo and behold, the family got me a slow cooker -- No, I stand corrected -- the ORIGINAL CROCKPOT -- for my birthday. Now, yes, this may seem like an un-sexy gift, but it was paired with dinner & tickets to a broadway series show (sexy) plus a giant bag of peanut M&Ms (super sexy).
Also, I have to admit -- this is my third crockpot. However, it kicks the arse of any previous crockpot because....it has a timer! That means, no more burnt, nay, charred chicken, messing with additional liquids, or driving home at 95 miles per hour after work to save the dish after 10 total hours of stewing. AMEN!
I do admit, I was secretly pining for the All-Clad Deluxe Slow Cooker...but at $400 a pop it just couldn't be justified.