The next time I throw together a crock pot, it is definitely cooking on the porch and not in my kitchen; let me tell you why. I’ve got one on the go-go today and no matter how good it smells I really don’t feel like eating it for dinner. But that’s the story of my life. Leftovers are the biggest turn off. Excuse me while I go clothespin my nose.
PS: I promise to post more photos of our place. The thing is, it has to look different (aka more tidy and more unpacked) before I feel like I can do that and unfortunately progress was stunted a few days ago. Whoops. I’ve definitely lost hope.
