![]() I can't believe it, my crock pot died. Well, yes I can. My husband bought it for me at Gibson's in Richardson, TX, Christmas 1982. Naturally, one only discovers a tragedy like this when you are in the middle of a well thought out meal of pulled pork. See recipe No dinner tonight. I had to borrow my daughter's crock pot "pot" to finish cooking my meal and the extended smell of pork in the pot left a sinking smell and place in my heart. So sad, end of another era of appliances that are older than my oldest daughter. They don't make stuff like that any more. Do you realize how many roasts, Swedish meatballs, stews, chickens and ribs that thing has seen? Years of food that brought us together and wafted through the house with anticipation of something delicious. At our house, cooking is an act of love but crock pot cooking is especially true. |

I have a odd feeling my new one won't last as long or feel quite the same. That 80's country style can not be replaced. I looked online for a replacement, the crock part is still good. It's the pot part that went kaput.
I will move through this. The passing of the only crock pot I have ever owned will be noted on my calendar, as well as the date of the incoming new crock pot. That crock pot lasted 20 years longer than my most beloved dog. Will the new model stand the test of time like the original...33 years? Will I live that long? It will put me at 103 years old! I just might make it!
New times, new meals and possibly a whole new set of recipes...a girl can change when pushed against the kitchen wall!