If you were to run across my friends and I on a night out, it may seem we don’t get out much.
This really isn’t true.
We get out pretty often. We’re just a little strange sometimes. Fun, but strange. Like when the practiced dance move for the majority of the night is the robot.
Three hours of the robot really works the core, by the way.
Enough to where all you resort to doing on a Sunday is laying on the couch and watching Christmas Vacation. It’s only another 350 days away. You can never be too prepared.
Enough to when you actually do go to the gym, it’s a very light workout of 20 minutes on the stairmill and an easy-paced walk.
Enough to where it has been decided that Sundays should be considered “Slow Cook Sundays”. This shouldn’t be a surprise. Between all the vegetable soup and chili made in that thing this season, it seems only natural we finally come to this conclusion.
After a soup and salad week, no missed workouts, and an all-night dance party, the roomie and I were both on the same page.
On Friday night, as we were watching Beauty and the Beast (clearly Friday night was reserved for rest and recharge), we flipped through my Betty Crocker cook book.
Yeah- a real cook book. Which Bailey held and read out of as I threw everything in the pot.
But because we
pretend to beare adults and know we need our vegetables in order to lead healthy lives, potatoes and broccoli were an extra addition. People love cheesy potatoes. People love broccoli and cheese. Smart move, eh?
And really starting to get hypocritically annoyed that the slow cooker was taking so long.
In hour 4, we added a little thickening (flour) because it was a little too thin- assumably because we used fat free milk that was on hand instead of whole milk like it called for.
I would feel weird about typing out a recipe from a cook book, but it’s quite similar to this one with the addition of potatoes and broccoli. Except we don’t like celery and couldn’t use the onion I had because it was sorta rotting in the refrigerator. Whoops.
Either way- easy peasy. As any lazy Sunday dinner should be.
Now if only I could have a lazy Monday.
But alas, half marathon training officially starts today. So laziness will have to wait another week.
My crockpot can’t wait.
Now please excuse me. The robot was mastered this weekend. So I’m gonna go practice the moonwalk in front of my mirror. Laters!