This past summer, when I finally realized that my son was never going to give me my car back, I sent my husband and son out to buy me another one. So off they went to the dealership and they did, in fact, buy me a car. We would be moving our other son into college soon so they found me a pre-owned SUV that they both liked and that met my needs. I brought it home that day.
The very first time I got into that car I smelled smoke. It’s very subtle but I’m convinced that the previous owner was a smoker. Neither my husband nor High School Senior smelled it then nor have they smelled it since.
The next time I smelled smoke I was, ummmm, well, indisposed. I was so distressed picturing the firemen coming and finding me with my pants down. . . literally. I’ve got to tell you, I’ve never been so happy to find my house wasn’t on fire than I was that day.
When it happened again I was sitting on the couch in my living room. As before, it was subtle but it was there. I jumped off of the couch and went to find both of my resident
Liar, liar, pants on fire? No, that’s not a real thing.
And then I panicked. OMG, dinner is burning. Ran down to the kitchen but the Post Roast was in the Crockpot minding its own business and cooking away.
Crockpot Pot Roast
At some point I realized that it seems to happen randomly and in different places. Apparently the whole world suddenly smells like smoke.
So I googled it. Big mistake. It seems that it’s possible that this can happen at my . . . gulp . . . age. Seriously? I mean I found a way to get some of those other . . . changes. . . to work in my favor but I just don’t know where to go with this one.
I’m realizing that I can no longer mention it to my family. Like the boy who cried wolf, by the 10th time I went running through the house yelling “where’s the fire", they’ve all stopped listening to me. In fact, I’ve started to notice them stopping all conversation when I enter the room and I’m afraid they’re making other living arrangements for their in-house wackadoodle.
I smell smoke. It bothers me. A lot. But I’m trying really hard to ignore it. I keep telling myself that where there’s smoke there’s not always fire.
But if you ever happen to see me sitting on my couch pretending I’m neither having hot flashes nor smelling smoke and there happen to really be flames dancing around behind me, could you give me a “heads up?”
Crockpot Pot Roast©www.BakingInATornado.com
4 # brisket or bottom round roast
2 packages frozen chopped onion
1 chopped green pepper
1 cup water
1 package dry onion soup mix
1 tsp beef bouillon
8 oz sliced mushrooms
3 potatoes, peeled and sliced
*Season the beef by sprinkling with salt, pepper, paprika and garlic powder. In a hot pan, seer the meat on all sides. Remove from pan.
*Lower the heat and add the water, onion soup mix and bouillon. Scrape up the bits from the bottom of the pan as the soup mix and bouillon dissolve.
*Put the onions and pepper into the crockpot. Add the liquid from the pan and mix together. Add the meat and turn crockpot on to high.
*Cook 2 hours. Turn meat and cook 1 more hour. Turn the crockpot down to low.
*Cook 3 more hours. Remove the meat and slice, against the grain. Put the meat back into the crockpot. Add the mushrooms and potatoes. Submerge as much of the beef, mushrooms and potatoes in the sauce as possible. Cook another 1 1/2 hours or until the potatoes are fork tender.