All I have to say is that I am not being a good sport about this. He's slow cooking a beef tongue for tongue tacos. Ew.
I am trying to be open minded about the whole deal, using every last bit of last years cow before this one's arrives. I cooked liver. It was even a stretch for me to touch liver, let along cook it. But I did it. Yes indeed. I did it. But the thing in my crockpot right now? I covered the whole thing with a towel so I didn't have to see it so raw while I made breakfast. Lil'Bug just may get a trip to the Science Center today so I can escape the thing that must not be cooking but is. The smell is already permeating the whole house as a constant reminder of its presence.
Sure I will be a good sport and try a bite. I might even eat as much as Dearest ate of my latest apple pie. I mean that was just apples, sugar, and flour. Hmph.
You know, I am thinking it may be a good night for a mama coffee break escape too.
I know, I sound whiny. I am sorry. I am grateful we have food, warmth (yay, boiler is on!), and a loving family (even if I am not feeling especially lovey towards dearest right now).