One of my girlfriends called the other day with urgent news. There was a sale at our local grocery store on pot roast!

I hurried down to find that, indeed there was. At a dollar sixty-six a pound, around here that is definitely a great price. I greedily grabbed up my share and headed home reflecting on my good fortune. Still being early in the day and deciding to start the process of cooking my prize without delay, I cut up the potatoes and onion. I stirred in the carrots and some mixed vegetables and topped it all off with a pot roast packet, as well as some salt and pepper.

Now begins the hardest time. The waiting.

They don’t call it a slow cooker for nothing. In this day and age of fast food and microwaves, the slow cooker is absolutely the turtle in the race. Nevertheless, I went on with my daily routine and returned every so often to check on its progress. The wonderful aroma filled the house and flamed my desire to dig into the delicious concoction I had assembled. Still, with at least two more hours to go, my hunger drove me to begin checking its readiness at shorter and shorter intervals. The waiting was becoming intense. I stirred the pot hoping that it would cook faster. I tested the vegetables with little bites. I made all the preparations to ensure that once ready there would be not a moment’s delay. Any minute now!

I used the ladle to fill up my bowl – no knife needed. The meat melts in your mouth. The baby carrots are perfection. I rush back to the pot for a second helping. Aaah!

Was it worth it?  Darn right!