Ah, the neglectful blogger. Sorry. I've been on a foray into the "mainstream" world lately, mostly caused by work. (Eieeeee!) But it's been partly caused by a morbid fascination with "observing" this weird world we live in so that I can understand where people are coming from when they do incomprehensible things, like vote for certain republicans. I also used to work more often with kids, and don't want to come off as a complete fuddy-duddy if I ever do again.
So, reading the Sunday paper "insert" magazine the other day, I came upon this:
You can order your very own (or select from one of the other numerous, racy designs) here.
Apparently I need to "observe" more intently, because this one has me completely stumped. Trendy fast racecars on your slowcooker? Buying a new slowcooker every few years to reflect the latest hot action at the track? Earnest, stew-making wives with crushes, gazing longingly at the driver on her kitchen ware? Lordy.
This racing thing is so completely bizarre, I can't even begin to understand. I do know, however, that they use leaded gas (for better "performance") for those races. Lead from emissions has a proven, negative effect upon children's intelligence. Hmmm....
Enough. The sun is shining and I'm going to go meet WF for a lovely dinner at a locally owned, local food using neighborhood cafe. I think that THERE I'll be safe from the perplexing "celebrity" slowcooker subculture- whew!