Busted crock pot vs. busted logic

I’m not a cook. I can put a few things together, but I don’t have a substantial bag of tricks to pull from. If a recipe involves more than baking meat at 350 degrees or cooking vegetables on the stove top, I’m pretty much lost. I’m not an adventurous eater, so I’m not an adventurous cook by default. As with most newbie cooks, chicken is my usual default. I probably bake chicken more than your average person should.

Remember that scene from Little Miss Sunshine where the grandfather goes on a tirade about eating chicken for dinner AGAIN? Well, that’s pretty much how my husband was feeling. (Oh, and if you do click on the link, there is cursing in it--you've been warned.) He, bless his heart, wasn’t as dramatic as that. But, he did ask that I at least fry the chicken if we absolutely had to have it.

I’ve gotten better about eating large masses of fried foods since being married (since my husband typically prefers his food baked), so I was skeptical about having fried chicken for dinner. I don’t do this often, but I made two different things. I decided to fry his and bake mine.

After cleaning and frying the chicken, I put half the pack in our crock pot. It’s super hot here and I wasn’t about to turn on the oven. I returned to the crock pot 5 minutes later, and it still wasn’t hot. Was it because it was on low? I turned it up. Ten minutes later, still nothing. Maybe the socket is acting up. I moved it around.

I went back to surfing the net and realized I still didn’t smell any chicken aromas yet. Seriously; it’s a slow cooker, but come on! I yanked out the plug and shook it in frustration. That’s when I realized I’d been plugging up the toaster oven all along.