…which just happens to fall on Christmas.
I have long rebuffed the idea of any sort of slow cooker at the Lair for the obvious reason that things that make heat with electricity are notorious power hogs. Granted that I know two sets of neighbors who think nothing of using Crockpots, they have much bigger power systems than I do and also think nothing of using their big backup generators.
I maintain that the decision was prudent – but that doesn’t mean it was tested. And when Landlady brought a small Crockpot to Ian’s place and gave me express permission to use it, I didn’t argue. In fact it would be an interesting test of Ian’s large but more than 10-year-old battery bank.
It mostly sits there, running nothing but a refrigerator, topped off with power every morning and with water on the first of every month – and it has shown no deterioration at all because it’s made of top-of-the-line batteries and it’s never stressed. Time to see what happens when I stress it, just a bit…
Christmas supper will be elaborate by my standards – two chunks of frozen pork and a couple cans of veggies, washed down with box wine that was a neighborly gift. I ran the pot on high yesterday afternoon just to see if/how it worked – it works fine – and then on low overnight. This practice would basically be against my religion if I started having a religion. Thou Shalt Not Run Appliances At Night.
And the batteries noticed…
Today we eat!
Enjoy your holiday.