Mable knows pot roast. Not debits and credits

This morning I woke up, threw a chuck roast, carrots, new potatoes, onions, garlic, and various secret seasonings into a crock pot to make a pot roast. Sven had been sqwaking about how good pot roast is when made with Pepsi. Though I sent them a resume (along with many other companies), I am not a fan of consuming Pepsi per se. Since I had no Pepsi in the house (just Cheerwine), I found an 8.45 oz bottle of Chubby Cola. This looked interesting.
I put the crock pot on low and let the magic begin. About 6 hours later I decided to double check my completely-fabricated recipe against the maven of crockery cooking, Mable Hoffman. She authored my “Crockery Cookery” cookbook. As you can see from the photo below, not only is she the Countess of Crockery, she has fine taste in eyewear. And double-knit separates.
Mabel gave some sort of direction on pot roast, but it wasn’t exactly the way I did it. At any rate, the pot roast came out awesome 10 hours later, and it was much enjoyed. The cola gave it a nice flavor that counteracted the musky nastiness that usually comes with pot roast. Sven was pleased. As you can see while he poses with Chubby Cola.
My dominance over Mabel’s crockery cooking proven by a kickass pot roast, I felt better. Which made up for the fact that I demonstrated today, in fine fashion on my Accounting final, that I don’t know much more than how to fabricate pot roast recipes. Holy crap, it was painful.
...But, onward and upward.
Here’s something awesome. The best cyclocross podium shot ever (well, almost ever. They were missing the all-important brunette podium girls). Featuring many important people in my life. Namely (former) coach Charlie S., (former) mechanicmagician Charlie P., and the hubby of my BFF. But, best of all, notice Jonny Hamblen doing a nice rendition of “creepy guy” as Andy stifles a laugh.
Gosh, sometimes I miss racing cyclocross (and being thin).