There is a long and strange story about how I came to own a crockpot, heavy with guilt and moral dilemmas. I tried, several times, to give it back to it's rightful owner, Eugene being the kind of town where you run into everyone you've met or wronged at least once every 2-3 years. During my last attempt to return the crockpot, I ran into the lady at the Whiteaker block party. "I still have it, let me return it! I have a car! I remember where you live! What's your phone number - here I'll call you on my cell phone so you'll have my number. Call me ANY night when you are home from work or on the weekends I don't do much, I'll bring it right over!"
The call never came, and 2 or 3 years have passed. Finally, last Sunday, I said "fuck it" - it's mine now.
So after SEVEN years of owning a crockpot, I used it!
To kill odors in my home...
Although I have bookmarked recipes for crock pot brownies and polenta and lasagna and soups, I filled mine with baking soda, water, cinnamon, cloves, "guilt apples"* and lemon juice and left it on all day, moving it to different rooms of the house. The house did indeed smell better, but I don't know if I believe that the baking soda disappeared the odors.
At any rate, it's totally worth it to make your house smell like an apple pie.
*Guilt apples are apples you buy but don't eat and they get mushy so you don't want to eat them.
Here are the two "recipes" I used:
http://recipes.howstuffworks.com/crock-pot-air-freshner.htm
and this exceedingly obnoxious blog:
http://www.aboutamom.com/2011/09/crock-pot-air-freshener.html
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