There is something strangely satisfying about crockpot meals, because they require preparation at seemingly inappropriate times. Like making chili at 8 in the morning. Our little flat smells of delicious spices and onion and garlic. Which would be much nicer at, say 6:30 this evening. Or even noon.
Drinking coffee, dancing around in a vintage apron and crockery cooking... ain't nothin' better.