This chili pot is never-ending.
I’ve been eating out of it for two days. Lunch and dinner.
I’m thinking this was a smart plan. (Though I’m not sure I can do chili for dinner tonight. Everyone has their max. I might be at mine).
I used about six cans of vegetables (at 68 cents apiece, that’s cheap, even for a girl with no job!) and some fresh carrots, onion and green pepper I had in the fridge. I put that in the thrift-store Crock Pot, added some seasoning I had in the pantry and then just turned the thing on.
And left it. Voila. Dinner. Times, like, four. At least.
I feel sort of weird about this, though. This whole I’m-just-going-to-eat-the-same-thing-because-it’s-here-and-hot-and-already-prepared mentality. And I’ve thought, “Am I using too much electricity by having this thing on for, I don’t know, basically two going on three days straight?”
I don’t know.
But – like so many other things in this life – it is what it is. And the idea of a pot of food being bottomless is, well, nice.
Unending nourishment, right there in an old Crock Pot on my kitchen counter.
I like it.
Even if it’s just an idea.