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Recently, some of my relatives and I were sharing some of our kitchen horror stories. Fortunately, I wasn't able to think of any terrible food mishaps of my own, but one did come to mind regarding some cookware. I've had a heck of a time finding and keeping a good crockpot.

I am actually on crockpot #4. My first crockpot was the kind that did
not have a removable crock and washing it was a nightmare of trying
not to get the cord wet so I gave it away to someone.

I replaced it with crockpot #2 which I liked well enough. It had all
the features I wanted including a removable insert which was very easy
to wash. The only drawback was that it was round and slightly smaller
than I would have liked. One day while cleaning up the kitchen, my
dear husband decided that after washing the crockery insert it
would be a good idea to expedite the drying process by drying the
crock over the open flame of the gas stove. Obviously, the crock
cracked.

Along came crockpot #3. This one was slightly larger and oval shaped
which I liked very much. After just a few months of enjoying this
crock which was the perfect shape, perfect size, perfect color and had
all the right features, along came my kitchen helper again. He
once again washed the crock but this man learns from past mistakes,
doesn't he. Doesn't he? Well, maybe not so much. He decided that the flame was probably
too high last time and turned the burner on low flame with my perfect
crock sitting atop. Crack!

After 5 months of searching, along came crockpot #4. It was the
perfect shape, size and color and it was loaded with some fancy new
buttons. Unfortunately, I hate crock #4 and the sad thing is that
my sweetie really did learn his lesson so I have no doubt this one will
last for a loooong loooong time.

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