CRACK POTS AND CROCK POTS

(A short little story)
Recently I heard about an event called Annual Crock Pot Festival. It was held out at the local County Fair Grounds. I went because the public could taste many of the fine foods that came out of the Crock Pots. Cooks were judged by Crock Pot recipes for Main Dishes, Side Dishes, and Desserts. It was really a great time.

After attending several years and entering my own Crock Pot entries I became familiar with the organizers. One year I was asked to be a judge at the Festival. I only considered the Crock Pots with Roast Beef, Carrots and Potatoes, Garlic and Onions… or Chili Beans. O.K., a person can do a Pork Roast in one of these Crock Pot things… with Onions, Garlic, Potatoes and Carrots. But this has to be carefully monitored.

One time someone cooked Dead Fish in a Crock Pot… the smell was so bad the person was asked to leave the Festival and destroy the Crock Pot… I’m serious!

Another time…someone brought Kale and Eggplant in some kind of tomato sauce…Ah, Whatever.

When the Desserts were prepared it was usually Peach, Apricot or Apple Cobblers that won. Sometimes Berry Cobblers placed in the show.
One year a person actually brought Goat Milk Home Made Ice Cream to the festival … for dessert …no, really!

I was disqualified as a Judge for being prejudiced and for not considering Quinoa Soup with Broccoli Florets in …some kind of Hollandaise Sauce… or … you know. It was eventually determined that I was the Crack Pot of the Crock Pots. I am not sure if that was really an honor or a judgment. I think I know. I was dismissed.

I need to get back over to the other side of the pond…I have supper cooking for my Sweetheart and me in the Crockpot. Candlelight and Music and Crockpot. This is the Good Life.

“I have food to eat that you do not know about.” Jesus