i’m not a food blogger, and i don’t really have a desire to be one. which might have you asking, “why another post about food?” i’m attempting a little bit of psychology (or something like that) in order to get my blogging mojo back. i figure if what i’m cooking is the most interesting thing i have going on in my life right now, then that’s what i’m gonna write about. (it’s not just interesting, it’s also unusual. cooking is not my default.) so i guess i’ll just keep posting about food until i can find the interesting in the rest of my life. my hope is that i will add a dash of daily life in with the cooking/food stuff and – eventually – it will become more and more daily life and less and less look what’s in my crockpot, but until then… let’s go ahead and look what’s in my crockpot!
before i could head to the store to check off my grocery list i needed to make a trip to immigration for sam’s 90 day check-in. it was due aug. 14, but they allow a grace period and i was within that time period. except i wasn’t. turns out the slip of paper that had the stamp that read -14 AUG also had a stamp that read -4 AUG. obviously (to all but me), the second one was the correct one. i tried to explain it to the officer at the desk. she agreed it had two stamps, but seemed to think i wasn’t too bright for assuming the one that was in the top corner, that showed without me having to unfold the piece of paper that was stapled in sam’s passport, was the correct stamp. it’s very possible that they told me when they did this. i tend to be stressed when i’m at immigration. what with the waiting and the lots of irritated people and the waiting and the crowded room and the waiting… not to mention the last time i was there for this purpose i was suffering with a wee bit of hip pain. anyway, it didn’t appear that the officer was going to come around to my way of seeing things and she handed my passport to the officer next to her. he opened it, saw it was sam’s, asked me if he was my son, and said, “mai pen rai.” (which is basically hakuna matata). the first immigration officer agreed with him, but did remind me to be more careful in the future. i was very, very appreciative. i get to do it again for myself in just a few weeks.
my next stop was the grocery store and, as an added bonus, there was a downpour. i still managed to get the shopping done. i also got an umbrella-d escort to my car. once i was home, the first thing i needed to do was get the chickens ready for the best whole chicken in a crockpot.
they needed 6 hours to cook, so i got busy making soup. i might tire of the soup with some protein quick meal eventually, but for now i’m thinking i’m brilliant for coming up with it. last week it was curried cream of broccoli soup and crockpot sweet potato basil soup. this week i made a pot of creamy spinach and artichoke soup.
once the chicken was done, i removed the meat and threw the bones and other bits and pieces back into the crockpot. i added a few vegetables and some water and tonight while i’m sleeping my crockpot will be making overnight chicken stock in the crockpot.