Fucksticks, crapbuckets and wankbadgers. My fucking slow cooker has died halfway through cooking tonight's dinner. (Slow roast lean pork shoulder with leeks, roast potatoes, stuffing and 907760 types of veg, all welcome, bring wine, I fucking need it). Got home from the park to find it riggweltered and pork half raw. Fuck.
My problem - DD has Taekwondo from 6 till 7 in next village. DH works till 5 in city, trains home, drives from train station to meet me there at 6.20, he stays till end, toddler and I go home, finish cooking dinner, DH and DD get home at 7.15, we eat.
I now have the pork shoulder on a lowish heat in the oven but if I turn it off when we leave, it won't be cooked. I have this idea that leaving the oven on when you're out is the height of irresponsibility, but IS IT, or am I just weird? I'm really afraid of house fires and my mate's house burned down six weeks ago so I might be irrational. What do you do?
Am aware this is incredibly minorin the scheme of things, but wibble.