Slow Cooker Pot Roast

So I did forget that I wanted to share the Pot Roast I made for Devon on his birthday.  Yes, I know his birthday was over two weeks ago.  I’ve been busy!

But it was amazeballs.  I sort of randomly did things with it, which turned out really well.  I was looking at Pot Roast recipes on Pinterest and online, but I don’t care if it is in the slow cooker for 8 hours, 1 tsp of pepper isn’t going to season a 2.5lb slab of meat no matter what you do to it.

So I tried out my own spice rub.  So not only was it moist (because slow cooker) but everything was sooooooo flavorful, which it needs.  Badly.  I do admit to going a little heavy on the seasoning, you can adjust for your own palate, but this much food really does need to have a lot of seasoning in it.  It’s going to be so bland alone.

It turned out amazing.  Devon finished it while I was gone last weekend because as we know when Devon takes seconds, he liked it.  And I figured, I can’t go wrong with meat and potatoes for his birthday.

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So, I got home on Friday night with Burger King in tow……look, don’t judge.  It was a long week, Devon was working late (middle school Game Night on a Friday night…yup)and I totally just wanted to sit and veg in front of the couch watching lame YouTube videos (smart TV with YouTube capabilities FTW) and nom down a Whopper.  So I did.  We’re not gonna talk about the Jack Daniels I added to the diet coke I got with my meal, though.  But it was also nom.  It was so nice, tho.  I put on some comfy pants and a tshirt, and just chilled out in front of the TV for a few hours.  It was glorious.

Yesterday?  More of the same.  I slept for about 12 hours from Friday to Saturday, then I woke up, ate, watched some Roseanne, read a magazine, napped for about 30 minutes, watched Family Feud, Devon made dinner (that I ate), we did a 24 marathon then watched some Chopped and the went back to bed.  Today? Woke up, ate some waffles and bacon, watched some Orphan Black and now watching Devon kill some psychos in Borderlands.  Just what the doctor ordered.

Yeah, so I got Devon into 24.  We’re about a third into the second season.  The first season, I admit, was a little sleeper.  There needed to be back story and a lot of random shit to explain other shit.  Yeah, I know.  But it was kinda meh.  He’s all about the second season, though.  He’s not beginning to understand why he would hear me yelling at the TV in college when it came on, as he was yelling at it last night because Kim is stupid.

He, in return, is having me watch Orphan Black because, me being me, I enjoy TV that screws with your head.  Just when I think it can’t get anymore convoluted, it does and I love it.  It’s great.

It’s become customary to do a big-ish breakfast on Sunday mornings.  I do the bacon and Devon does pancakes or waffles. I heard about this man’s “Signature” waffles for years and it took me moving in with him to finally get them.  Rood.

They are really, really good, though.  This morning he was all “you should do extra bacon since I couldn’t have my Sunday morning breakfast last weekend because SOMEONE had to go to Florida”.  No extra bacon for that.  Moocher.

But yeah, awesome weekend of doing nothing.  It was just what I needed.  It would make me not wanna go back to work tomorrow if it wasn’t a Professional Development Day so it’s not like the kids will be there.  And I only have to be there from 9-2.  I mean I’ll be there until like 9pm on Tuesday, BUT WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT YET!

So……back to lounging.  Toodles.