A Son and His Crock Pot
Never underestimate a woman with a crock pot and a can of cream of something soup
I knew the day would come, I knew it. What did I know you ask? My son, that precious male child has finally become independent. Not from any female particularly but sit down folks, his crockpot, that’s a slow cooker to y’all in the United Kingdom, England to the Americans reading this.
Tilly: Keep up, Olive, they’re called crockpots here, too. And slow cookers.
It does sadden me just a bit to have to announce that. I was excited at first; he is a fair cook and still learning from some of my recipes. Which to my delight and following in my Grandmother Ollie’s footsteps I do leave out one little ingredient so he will have to call home. He has gotten good at following instructions over the phone, especially on how to make gravy to go with the leg of lamb he cooked.
In wanting to write this, I sat with my glass of wine and remembered that innocent little red-haired child that I gave birth to.
I have forgiven him for his antics behind a Wing Commanders’ house with a few of his little friends.
I have forgiven him for the dead lizards I found in his jean pockets; he was trying to hide them from me. Even for the six dead lizards, he stuffed between the mattresses’ in his bed.
Let’s not even forget the salamander that he rescued from the water, “cuz, Mom he could drown,” sneaking it into the house via the front door in a box.
I guess what I am trying to tell all you mommies and daddies of baby boys, and this will surprise you, you will survive.
What will be hard to get used to is not that he moved out AGAIN, and bought himself a crockpot. Yes, a crockpot or slow cooker if you wish.
Tilly: And you can go to there for Sunday lunch. And maybe take your washing?
Olive: What a great idea, I should have thought of that.
Wait for it…. HE LOVES IT… argh… I do not even own a microwave… microwave I tell you!
I cook from scratch, cast iron skillet and all, ironstone bowls to blend and mix, wooden spoons that are well used, and, he owns a crockpot.
What, I ask you, what is this generation coming too?
Tilly: Maybe you should give one a whirl? Might need to if energy restrictions happen.
Olive: I finally went out and bought one. They are ok for some things.
Tilly: They are very handy when you need to be out most of the day. Sling some tasty stuff into the pot and leave to cook all day. We love casseroles and in the colder weather we are ‘enjoying’, the slow cooker has been ideal.
Just what is his recipe for this prize winning leg of lamb?
1 large Crockpot, 1 large leg of lamb, 2 carrots chopped, 1 onion chopped, 1cup of water, lots and lots of garlic, yes, he loves his garlic, , (Tilly: Good man!) tablespoons of salt, pepper and rosemary. Make large gash cuts in the lamb and stuff with crushed garlic; rub the salt, pepper, and rosemary on top of lamb. Place in crockpot on high for 2 hours, turn down to low and let it go all day. When done, drain the juice and place in a pot on top of the stove and make gravy with 1 tablespoon of butter and 1 tablespoon of flour. Salt and Pepper to your liking, but I bet you won’t need it, due in part to using so much earlier on in the cooking process.
Tilly: Yeah – that’s a lot of salt on the lamb! It’s possible I would not be able to eat it – salt sensitive – the herbs and garlic would accommodate less salt and still give a great flavour. I’d sling in some wine (Marsala?), sherry, brandy or liqueurs that need using because people rarely drink them after dinner these days.
Olive: Well folks now I know where my son got his love of garlic, from Tilly. What do you mean people don’t drink sherry, or brandy these days….You need to get into a right and proper bar and not those back alley hangout of yours.
Tilly: We have a proper bar at home but people seem to prefer to stick to wine after dinner. I have to use the liqueurs in cooking because they oxidise after the bottles are opened. It’s hell thinking of dishes to cook so as not to waste these fine drinks …
Olive and Tilly