Slow Cooker Beef Roast

Seared Beef

In a matter of mere hours my Saturday went from pretty great. To not bad. To "Dear God. Get me out of here". To "Tom Hanks is a genius in The 'Burbs". 

Then I seared some meat. 

Things I've Experienced While Living In The South This week: 

1. Bridesmaids are the worst. Even at 1000 miles away they hold the power to ruin my whiskey and andouille po'boy buzz. Know that when our paths cross I will remember that. 

2. The same dog that played Precious in Silence of The Lambs starred as Queenie in The 'Burbs. Tom Hanks taught us that sometimes you don't need to know what's going on with your creepy neighbors. 

3. When single and grocery shopping, you can find yourself wondering how you came to own 9 lbs of beef and what the dating scene will be like should The End Times come and you are trapped in your kitchen where you have hoarded the now procured 9lbs of beef.  

Though it's just me at home and I would love to eat nothing but cold cereal breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I have from time to time the emotional need to actually make a real meal. While sadly knowing that 80% of it will die a slow death as leftovers longfully looking past my moobs as I graze on frozen chocolate chips naked in front of my fridge at 3am.  This week I attempt to make a variation of Betty Crocker's Slow Cooker Beef Roast with Onions and Potatoes. 

Slow Cooker Beef Roast with Onions and Potatoes

RECIPE BY BETTY CROCKER

SERVES 6




 

 

 

 

Relationship Goals with my CSA

Relationship Goals. 

My CSA arrived again on Friday. And again I am feeling pressured. 

Thankfully I just had (half?) a bottle of rosé to help. I'm thinking the bowl of mini wheats for breakfast is plenty base for my wine.

I'm going to walk home now. 

Who orders this much arugula?!?!

I do.

WHYYYYYY?

A....R....U....G....U....L....A.

I love that word.  

Some woman just cat called me on the street complimenting my cardigan. Hello Hipster Woman. If I was into kitty kats I would totally stop and share my rose. Maybe. But I'm not into kitty's.  

She probably likes cabbage.

I like cucumbers. Persian (they're curved). Not the hothouse ones. Too skinny.  

Dammit the kabobs place is closed. Maybe the Mediterranean place is open.

NOPE. Hello...there is a qualifying bike race AND park concert happening two blocks away Mediterranean place! Your loss.  

I'll just fry an egg when I get home. With arugula.  And wine.   

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