There’s one really really evil thing about the tradition in my house known as “Slowcook Sunday”.
It fills the entire house. So imagine my dismay when I arrived back home after a day of store returns (ahem… and more shopping) and I got smacked in the face with the wonderful smell of buffalo chicken soup. And there was still about 3 hours of waiting around until dinner time.
3 hours. That’s a LONG time when you’re hungry and the only thing you had for lunch was a gigantic cookie from Nordstrom’s Ebar.
Don’t judge me.
Anyway, this soup was SO good, guys. SO good. Probably one of my favorite things we’ve made lately. And that’s really saying something because the roomie and I are self-proclaimed cononisseurs of the crock pot.
Oh and it is high suggested you top it off with Trader Joe’s cheese and garlic croutons.
With a beer on the side. If there’s any kind of soup that would be paired well with beer, this is it. (Can someone say “good super bowl recipe”?)
I couldn’t resist. I don’t expect you to, either.
So click HERE for the recipe link (this isn’t so much a suggestion, but a demand).
The only adaptions we had were the elimination of celery and the switching in cheddar cheese for the velveeta. Both (the celery and velveeta) gross me out and give me icky feelings on the inside.
Also, check out the rest of the blog where I found the recipe- this chick made something in her crock pot every day for an entire year.
Needless to say, the roomie and I will never run out of things to attempt for Slowcook Sunday. Ever.
Also, be sure to chug a glass of water before and after dining. Because this stuff as a serious kick. And may or may not have a weeeee bit more sodium in it than your normal eats. You’ve been warned. And advised. Chug-a-lug, kids.
pigged out ate white watching the SAG Red Carpet Show. You’d think this would have slowed my eating down.
However, the soup was also taken down for dinner last night.
It lead to me doing situps, pretending to do pushups, and planking my way through a good part of last night afterwards as I watched The SAG Awards Fashion Police. All after a 4-mile run (8:18 pace!).
Because I really need to focus on being red carpet ready. This should help for when, oh you know, Jason Segel and I start dating…