Slow Cooker Love

Slow Cooker Love

I’ve fallen and I’ve fallen hard. I’ve fallen in love with a slow cooker.
After years and years, our old slow cooker gave up life and thanks to an appeal on Twitter for recommendations (thanks Twitter folk!), our new slow cooker turned up last week. It wasn’t even the kind of love which slowly grows, it was BAM LURVE from the very second the somewhat rude delivery guy kicked the oversized box into my hallway. Our old slow cooker wasn’t up to much anyway, he always went one of two ways – having the meal ready too early or not having it ready at all. I told him it happens to all slow cookers and it was fine but he knew it wasn’t fine, we both knew he knew it wasn’t fine but what can you do? Then (and I’m not proud of this) we had a fight and I ended up shouting “IT DOESN’T HAPPEN TO EVERY SLOW COOKER AND IT IS A BIG DEAL” out of the door of my flat. We both knew it was over then.

Mr Thrifty and I ended up going for this cheeky little Morphy Richards fella, mostly because it was (and still is) knocked down in price but also because it gives you the ability to sear your meat (fnar) in the removable cooking pan which cuts down on washing up and other kinds of faffery. Oh and also because I had an Amazon voucher from a raffle, which meant we paid about £4 in total, ace of base. But anyway, me and Morphy yeah? WE’VE GOT A THANG GOIN’ ON.
BTW if red heads don’t do it for you, this model also comes in a a dashing black which actually looks like blue to me (but anyway) and saucy, superhero silver, so fill your boots.

We’ve had 3 dinners and 2 lunches from him it so far and they’ve all been roaring successes but I want more dear faceache, I want more. I want to dominate that slow cooker and make it want me, make it love me, make it want to produce delicious bambios (warm, tasty, dinner meat babies) from that dark, tempting, warm pot, whilst I swan off to work or roam the streets of Manchester with nowt but a small dog, exceptional taste in tights and a spunky (fnar) attitude to keep me company. So dear faceache reader, spill forth your slow cooker loins in the comments. I want to hear your tips, your tricks and your recipes. Let me have it, let Morphy have it, let us all have it – give me your slow cooker relationship advice.