Eggs in a nest, hash browns, fruit salad.
This dinner was lovely and easy, unlike the insane project I undertook tonight to get tomorrow night's dinner ready.
Too tired to describe it now. That stupid Art of the Slow Cooker book got me again. At least this time, I wasn't all dressed up and rushing to get to work. I am beginning to doubt that the author, one Andrew Schloss, has ever actually talked to anyone who uses a Crock Pot about why, and under what circumstances, a person might use such a device.