Last night, as I do many some nights, I set up the next night’s meal one of my three handy-dandy crockpots.  The plan is for Bob to take the pot (and any ingredients not already in the pot), put it on the crockpot base, and turn it on at the appropriate time.  This is a plan that has worked well for us in the past.

Last night’s setup involved pork steaks (steaks cut from the shoulder roast) which had been pan-browned and placed in the crockpot , as well as a separate container of onion-soup-mix-and-gravy-mix-plus water, which was to be added at cooking time.

I called Bob early in the afternoon to remind him to get the crockpot started at around 3, and to add “the container in the fridge with the gravy mix in it.”  Easy stuff.   My routine on-my-way-home call to Bob reassured me that he had indeed gotten dinner going as instructed.  Nothing seemed amiss.

When I finally walked in the door, I was greeted by a delightful aroma of slowly simmering pork steaks.  I opened the lid to inspect, and was puzzled to see a thick white gravy coating the steaks.  Hm.  Pork gravy isn’t usually white.

Oh, well.  It smelled delicious, so I replaced the cover and went to the fridge to make myself a bit of a snack to tide me over until dinner at 7.  I opened the fridge and was stunned to see the pint container of onion soup-gravy mix still sitting exactly where I placed it the night before.

“What did you put in the crockpot?” I asked Bob.

“The container of stuff in the fridge,” he replied.

“No, you didn’t.  It’s right here,” I said, holding the mixture aloft.  What the heck did he put in the crockpot?  What the heck did he grab?  The bottle of chicken marinade?  Ranch dressing?  MAYONNAISE?  It was at about this moment I remembered that on Sunday I had prepped many items for the coming week, including a batch of homemade hummus.

Yes, hummus.  Made with cannelini beans (I am allergic to garbanzos), lemon juice, garlic, olive oil, Turkish seasoning, and sesame tahini paste.  Good lord, what did Bob do?

“To be honest,” he said when I told him of the error, “I was going to call you and ask, because I thought it was the wrong stuff.  But it smelled okay, so I didn’t.”   I wondered how long it would take to get a pizza delivered.

But, we decided to try it and see.  Not only did it smell good, it tasted great.  I did add a bit of the CORRECT liquid, because the beans had thickened the gravy almost to a paste and it needed a thinning.  The liquid added more flavor components, namely rosemary and onion, which blended well with the hummus.

Now, if only I could get Bob to cook dinner more often…