there are very few things that I won't/can't/shant/couldn't eat.
One of those things are rutabagas. My mom forced we three girls to eat them when we were growing up. I guess very typical of her upbringing of being a "Wegie". Anyway, I hate them so much the word itself makes my skin turn green. Turnips or parsnips I do like and that'll end up one day in that crock with chicken.
yesterday, I put my concoction in the crock and left.
I got home and it wasn't done.
It hadn't started out frozen so I couldn't figure how 10 hours on low it was still pink and not falling off the bones. But, it wasn't. I put it in the oven for 45 minutes and now it's done. Tonight, I'll pull the chicken off the bones, make a nice rich chicken broth and do chicken and dumplings.