The Crockpot

This crockpot has been cooking for fifteen hours.

Yes, that's right - fifteen hours. Fifteen hours ago I cut up the potatoes, carrots, and onions and put them on top of this big chunk of meat. I threw in a can of mushroom soup, cranked up the heat, and put on the lid.

But that's not all I did - I also made sure to check the crockpot every fifteen minutes thereafter. I've watched this crockpot's every move! I've observed every tiny detail of what has happened to it! I have invested fifteen hours into this roast!

Thinking back, I remember what happened. As the night went on, the potatoes, carrots, and onions all began to get soft. The juices from the vegetables began to leak out and combine with the juices from the meat. The smell was absolutely wonderful. It filled the entire house, and no matter where I went, I could smell it. My mouth was watering, and my anticipation was high. It was torture, but at the same time pure bliss. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into that beautiful roast.

Everything was going perfectly fine! This roast was going to be the best roast I ever made!

And now, I sit here with this meat sitting in front of me. I just took a bite, and you know what?

This roast sucks! It's dry and tasteless - like chewing on cotton!