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12 hour lunch.

It began around midnight, not long after the Wallabies beat the Springboks in what I thought was a lost ball ending, but the stupid TMO awarded the try I think purely based on the fact that he was Australian and he wanted his team to win.
I did not see it coming, so I started to cook lunch for today.
My new crock pot is a brute. It's enough for a family of 7, not 3.
Sliced onions along the bottom.

Rub your pork with minced garlic, oregano, garlic & herb salt, salt and pepper.

2 Tbsp of Worcestershire sauce.

Potatoes and carrots, add some salted herby goodness to those too then cook on low for 12 hours. Don't add water, remember crock pots retain juices and when you check on it at hour 8, you'll be surprised just how much fluid is in there. Enough to make a gravy.

12 hours later.


Melissa said…
I wish I could smell it.

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