Three of my good friends came over last night, and we decided to cook dinner together.
Like me, Andrew has certain dietary restrictions. He too is lactose intolerant. He is also on a health kick, and has lost a significant amount of weight in the last few months by going low-carb, low-sugar, and working out.
We wanted Italian food, but didn’t want the guilt of eating pasta. We went over to the grocery store, loaded up on zucchini and some other items, and headed back. With the help of a spiral cutter, we were going to have zoodles.
This summer has been unbearably hot and humid as of late. I like the heat, but when coupled with this extreme humidity it has been almost crippling. I also only have air conditioning in two rooms of my house, leaving the other rooms sweltering when I walk through the door. The humidity practically smacks you in the face. I don’t know about you, but the last thing I want to do on such a hot and humid day is keep my oven on.
Enter: the slow cooker.
I am completely obsessed with my crockpot. I received it as a gift for my bridal shower two years ago, and I have probably used it (at least) once a week since then. It is perfect for busy work days, when I just toss some ingredients in and let it work its magic. Boom, a home cooked meal that is ready to be devoured once I get home. Another big perk to using the crockpot is that it doesn’t heat up the house. And that is something I definitely did not want to do.
We don’t have a large backyard, but the space we have is occupied by my husband’s “farm”.
He is a city kid with the soul of a country boy.
When we moved in to our house two years ago, he immediately started making plans with what should be done with the back yard space. He basically wants to grow every type of fruit and vegetable that can survive in the northeast.