We learn early that if something has a lot of names, that something is very important. Remember the Eskimos and all their words for snow? And if there’s only one name, then it better be a good one.
Which might be why crock-pots get such a bad rap. An actual ceramic bean crock has old-world charm, but adding “pot” to “crock” pretty much clouds the derivation of the word. As my sister would say, ewwwwww.
But it seems the appliance supersedes the name.
Everyone I know is obsessed with their crock-pots. From my adventurous college-age cousin to my city-chic girlfriends. My mom pals swear by it and their husbands, men accustomed to the yummiest restaurants in town, say nothing compares.
All this crock-pot talk has me itching to order a new kitchen toy, but my Brady Bunch era associations linger. So sway me, please. Do you have a crock-pot? What’s your favorite dish to make?
Should A & O start sharing crock-pot recipes??