Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

I’ve been meaning to share this recipe for long enough now that I made it again tonight.  Sad, right? What’s even sadder is that I MADE it, but we didn’t actually get to EAT it.  This is what happens when you don’t get the chicken out to thaw earlier, and then you try and avoid your mid-size crockpot because you got it for your wedding in 1998 and it has no removable inner pot, making it a bear to wash.  (I may or may not have left it to soak on the floor of a student apartment with no counter space for SO long that a mouse drowned in it, but that’s another story.)  You instead use your smallest crockpot, and because the chicken is still mostly frozen it doesn’t squish down, and so the breasts on top aren’t done in time for dinner, and so you make waffles instead.

On the other hand, I now have this Crockpot BBQ Chicken in my fridge, just waiting for dinner tomorrow, and it’s awfully tasty.  (All of my kids devoured it the first time I tried it, and I was right there with them.)  I also have an actual pot of trimmed but still raw broccoli in my fridge, because I hadn’t started to cook it yet, and broccoli with waffles would be seriously weird.  (We had clementines instead.) I could say that the consequences of being lazy are the failure of one dinner plan, making a hasty back-up necessary; then again, I could point out that those same consequences are, essentially, unexpected waffles and an incredibly easy meal plan for tomorrow.  And really, what’s not to love about that?

(Disclaimer:  I realize that I switch from I to you to I again in these two paragraphs; I’m just over it.)