Stew has been made. Rather successfully I would say. One thing about cooking in a crock pot that always makes me nervous is that I don't know if it is actually working. My crock pot is an older model that doesn't have the light on the front of it that lets me know that by plugging it in and turning the dial it is doing it's job. So I always leave it be but always with a worrisome heart and whisper "You can do it. I believe in you.". Then I return hours later and there is steam on the lid and the wonderful aroma of food cooking. I can't help but worry every time even though it has yet to let me down.
Mainly the mushroom scent filled the air but no one was complaining. In fact Chad kept walking around saying how good it smelt, but he might be biased since he loves mushrooms. Speaking of mushrooms. I promise that it wasn't just a mushroom stew. If you look at the picture above it really does look like I only put mushrooms in it, but there is more to it!
I tried to get a picture of the meat, potatoes, and carrots but they kept falling to the bottom. I learned that mushrooms are very buoyant and don't like to be on the bottom of the pot. Must be why the recipe said to put them in last.
The adventure into stew land was wonderful, and when I spilled my entire bowl on my living room carpet I tried to not let that get me down. Luckily the spot is in a less seen area and if it stains I can keep it a secret. Also lucky that there was plenty of stew to go around so I didn't miss out on eating it.
We also have roughly 3 pounds of stew meat left in the fridge. Taking ideas for what else you can do with stew meat besides make stew.
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