“Look at you, all housewifey with pot roast in a Crock-Pot.”
Joe snorted. He was too wiped out to think of a decent comeback, or even to care. In fact, after getting everything hauled into the house and sorted into the correct rooms, then taking care of the animals, he was downright glad he’d thought of the latter. He was hungry as a horse but with no gumption left for cooking.
“It looks and smells pretty good, doesn’t it?” he crowed.
“You know, it does.” Ed sounded rather awed. They loaded their plates and sat.
Ed took a bite. “This is great. Was it hard to make?” He glanced at some cookbooks on a shelf. They’d never bothered to get a cookbook for themselves. “With all that meat in the freezers, we’re going to have to do stuff like this more often.”
“Actually, it was amazingly easy.
