Once upon a time I got up on a Sunday morning and put a roast or two in my giant crock pot so we could have dinner in the afternoon. Yummy.
And then I came home from church expecting delicious smells and a mostly cooked roast.
But instead I found this.
Yup, still raw.
And that's when I realized I put in the roast, the water, the seasoning. I did all the things that had to be done. But I didn't plug in the crock pot.
Sometimes that's how I roll.
(And thank you taco soup for being a delicious substitute.)