It has been one of those weeks. The kind where Monday morning kicks off with a mystery leak in the kitchen. So you call the handyman and before you know it he is working on the dishwasher problem when the fumigator shows up, a client calls, there...
Personally, I find the seventies to be the heydey of crock pots. People were whipping up roast beef, chili and hot fruit in vessels of bright orange, brown and lime green. Occasionally, you get lucky enough to come across the unmistakable butter...
