Thanks to Inbetweenus (a little made up holiday we
like to celebrate each year with our friends), there was
some leftover turkey lurking in my fridge. So yesterday
morning I pulled it out, tossed it in the crockpot with
whatever veggies I could find, and left for work.
Now is it just me, or do crockpots seem like magic?
Because when I came home, my entire house
smelled amazing, and there was a delicious soup
ready for dinner. Ready. As in sit down at the table
two minutes after walking in the door ready.
It's magic, I'm telling you.