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Look, Ma, I Can Cook

I don't cook much any more. Leftovers get really tiring and it's not much fun cooking for one.

Mom's birthday was this past weekend and I offered to make Sunday dinner so she wouldn't have to cook for all of us. Since my ward starts at 12:30, it had to be something really quick that could come together from about 4-5 or a crockpot meal. I opted for the later.

About 10 am, I loaded my large crockpot with 2 lbs of baby carrots, brown rice for about 13 people, 2 cans of cricken broth, plus some chicken boullion for added flavor, about 20-25 chicken tenders, and a can of cream of mushroom and a can of cream of chicken soup.

For seasoning, I had hoped to use a dry onion soup mix on top. No luck. None in the cupboard. Instead I opted for celery seed, rosemary, dehydrated onion, parsley, and pepper. I'm trying to remember because I thought it turned out pretty well and might want to recreate it later.

After church, I was a little worried there wasn't enough liquid in with the rice, so I added about a cup to a cup and a half of water, stirred down into the rice. It cooked on high for about 5 and a half to 6 hours. The carrots were tender crisp. The rice was a bit chewy, but it was brown rice. The chicken was all cooked and easily fell apart when dished.

We had salad and broccoli. (I burnt part of the broccoli, but part of it was salvagable and didn't taste burnt.) Renee and Adam brought roasted carrots and peppers and fresh fruit. Nathan and Bekah brought a chocolate-strawberry birthday cake. Mom and Dad pitched in the peach serbet. We had a fine meal!

The picture above is the closest I could find to what the chicken and rice looked like. I was a little nervous I had forgotten how to cook, but I think we all survived.

Happy birthday, Mom!

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