Yesterday, I thought I'd make a nice meal for my family: Coconut Thai Shrimp. The recipe called for it to be cooked in a crock pot. So I assembled the ingredients and threw them in the pot. After four hours, the thing was supposed to be ready. But it wasn't. The rice was still uncooked. I shrugged, replaced the lid, and let it continue cooking - for two more hours.
It wasn't supposed to be in there that long, but I had gotten a little distracted. I had totally forgotten the crock pot was still on. When I came downstairs, my nose told me something was amiss. I opened the lid and peeked inside. Gruel is the only word I can use to describe it. The rice was a sticky mess, the snap peas had lost their form, and the red bell peppers looked like floppy worms.
Mmmm. Delectable! I thought. I grabbed some plates and scooped the gruel on them. "Dinner time!" I called.
My family assembled around the table. They took one look at that stuff and decided there was no way they were going to eat it.
"It looks like school cafeteria food," my daughter said.
My husband agreed. "Argh," he said. "It had potential, but now it's only fit for Davy Jones' Locker!"
Ay, Maties. Another Mama masterpiece!