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I asked for my first Crock Pot as a gift... 12 years ago. Fresh out of college, I had no idea what items I would need in my kitchen because I possessed very little cooking skills. My mother was always faithful to provide a home cooked meal for our family, but I had little desire to learn the art of cooking while living under my parents' roof. I enjoyed baking. More than baking, I enjoyed the finished product. And so I knew how to make desserts, warm up frozen meals, assemble a sandwich, and prepare any packaged food that didn't require more than three ingredients or steps. But now that I was a full-fledged adult, I felt it appropriate to make myself better acquainted with the kitchen.  My mom used her Crock Pot often. I think it was one she had received as a gift when she married my dad in the early 80s. There were many mornings I would wake up with to the smell of dinner, as the appliance had cooked our meal during the night. Or, we'd come home from church or a full day ou

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