Crockpot (Was: Crackpot!)

[Carol]

> Jen: Yes, that's it exactly, all that prep stuff. I think it's an
art and people either have the gift or don't.  Yep, kindred spirits
Carol!  Maybe you'd like grill cooking too. :)

Carol responds:
Anecdote time. Back when I was married (in the Oligocene, I think), my
husband did the barbecuing on a gas grill. When we divorced, I got
custody of the grill but never used it (didn't know how), so I decided
to sell it before moving from a house in New Mexico to an apartment in
Arizona. When I was showing it to a prospective buyer, I thought I had
been scorched (even though the barbecue was not hooked up or turned
on) and drew back my hand with a cry of pain. Turns out I had put my
hand on a yellow-jacket's nest built on the underside of the barbecue
and been stung (second time in my life that I brilliantly put my hand
directly on top of a yellow-jacket I didn't see. The first time, I was
six, and it was on my head.) Surprisingly, the man really wanted that
nice barbecue and bought it anyway, yellow jacket nest and all. I
suppose the wasp(s) got nicely roasted the first time he turned it on.

Carol, who has no room for a gas grill now and can't stand the smell
of lighter fluid for a charcoal grill (hopeless, I know)