There's an extra-stabby brand of self-recrimination that comes about when one comes home, mouth slavering for the vegetable stew, several-bean chili or pulled pork shoulder that's occupied one's thoughts all day, only to come home to an air redolent of exactly nothing. No warm waft, no indicator light all a-wink with the tease, nay, promise of a hearty, slow-cooked dinner because (shudder....sob...sigh...) one neglected to actually engage the Crock Pot's "ON" button.
Is there a term for this happenstance and/or the all-day nagging feeling that one's forgotten to flip it on, but is too far from home to remedy the situation? If not, howzabout we put it to a vote? Cast it below, or suggest a better one in the comments.
What do you call the state of worry that the crock pot hasn't been turned on and/or the discovery that it hasn't?
|Cold crocking||51 (15.7%)|
|Getting crocked-up||15 (4.6%)|
|Crock tease||155 (47.7%)|
And lest anyone fret, Jeff later reported that he in fact came home to a lovely, fully-cooked chicken cacciatore.UPDATE:
Commenter Jenna has suggested "crock blocked," which I'm entirely jealous I failed to coin.
My personal favorite cold weather, no barrel smoker, slow-cooker pulled pork recipe is after the jump.