For obvious reasons, winter has never really been my favorite. And by obvious reasons, I just mean, well, the cold. And the short, dark days. And the dry, chapped hands. The slippery roads. The salt that is copiously strewed over every business’ sidewalk, which stains my boots and requires my dog to wear boots because it stings his paws. That’s what I’m referring to when I say “obvious.”
But then there are days like the one I had last Sunday — days that remind me of winter’s virtues. Here’s a little bit how it went down: with my slippers and pajamas on, I snuggled with my dog and binge-watched Friends on Netflix while the smell of chili simmering in the slow cooker permeated my comfortably warm old home, enough that I wasn’t even thinking about the dropping temperatures outside.
While the slow cooker has long been touted as a working woman’s (or man’s) greatest asset for having ready-to-eat meals available upon walking in the door, I have long loved the slow cooker for its equally important role in helping me facilitate a day of doing absolutely nothing. And by nothing, I mean binge-watching Netflix shows.