What A Crock
An obvious cliche, but I'm walking my talk with all the retro jive I was handing you the other day. I had some chicken wings I didn't grill last weekend, so I figured I'd dump them into the Rival Smartpot (they're a sponsor now) and they'd be ready when I got home.
So, last night I filled it with:
1/4 onion,
1/2 cup soy,
1 cup orange juice,
4 cloves of crushed garlic
2 glugs of Jack Daniels
1 teaspoon sage
1 teaspoon ginger
2 tablespoons ketsup
For international standardization, a glug equals 1/2 a shot.
So, there's not much more than that. I refrigerated the wings and marinade overnight in the removable ceramic dish (technology patented by Rival Corporation. Rival, If Someone Breaches the Seventh Seal, It Wasn't Us.) Set it on low for eight hours.
When I pulled into the driveway after work, I was mesmerized by the complex, tickling fragrance. The greatest allure of slow cooking is how the savory perfume infuses my home and spills out every crack and window sill I've been to lazy too repair.
The aroma of slow cooking yanked me back to a simpler time when I shuffled around in footie pajamas. It hypnotized me while I was perfecting my curveball.
Later, it tantalized me before heading out to the midnight movie with my friends. A few years later, when I woke up in a Bangladesh jail, I was seduced by daal, their rich lentil stew.
Well. So...anyway, everything's fine now. You're slow cooking for your own children. Better keep an eye on them.
So, last night I filled it with:
1/4 onion,
1/2 cup soy,
1 cup orange juice,
4 cloves of crushed garlic
2 glugs of Jack Daniels
1 teaspoon sage
1 teaspoon ginger
2 tablespoons ketsup
For international standardization, a glug equals 1/2 a shot.
So, there's not much more than that. I refrigerated the wings and marinade overnight in the removable ceramic dish (technology patented by Rival Corporation. Rival, If Someone Breaches the Seventh Seal, It Wasn't Us.) Set it on low for eight hours.
When I pulled into the driveway after work, I was mesmerized by the complex, tickling fragrance. The greatest allure of slow cooking is how the savory perfume infuses my home and spills out every crack and window sill I've been to lazy too repair.
The aroma of slow cooking yanked me back to a simpler time when I shuffled around in footie pajamas. It hypnotized me while I was perfecting my curveball.
Later, it tantalized me before heading out to the midnight movie with my friends. A few years later, when I woke up in a Bangladesh jail, I was seduced by daal, their rich lentil stew.
Well. So...anyway, everything's fine now. You're slow cooking for your own children. Better keep an eye on them.
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