I plopped that very thinly cut London Broil into the pot, added some soup--because that makes it all nice and tender and gravy-covered--and put the lid on, then flipped the switch on “low.”
There were errands to be run, so I double checked to make sure I’d put it on low and not high, and went about my business for the day.
Yay! I remembered dinner, which for me is actually Something Special. I ran around town, here and there, comforted in knowing dinner was already cooking. Super Mom would be feeding her men tonight! The Spouse Thingy would head off to work with a wonderful meal inside him. Very Special Indeed.
I suppose it would have been even more special if I had thought to see if the damn thing was plugged in…