1.28.2010

ode to a crockpot

there is nothing quite like getting to the end of a long work day and knowing dinner is waiting for you, warm and ready to eat, at home. i'm not really going to write an ode. i'm too tired. but if i were a poetically inclined individual that is what i'd do.

so instead i will leave you with this:

Paean to My Crock Pot (For Eileen)
Oh Crock Pot--
how I love your 70s sensibility.
You stay home all day dressed
in floral charm, serve me
dinner with a warmth
free from post feminist irony
or messy cleanups.