Ranch Crock Pot Pork Chops

Because I'm lazy, I love my crotch pot. Like my most favorite chore ever, laundry, you're doing something without actively doing something, which makes you look like a better person than you actually are. And allows you to lie on the couch, reading trashy romance novels and ignoring your three year old while she colors on the walls or whatever the hell she's doing. Just kidding, she was at school. I also love recipes that feature cream of crap soups. Like the CP and the good old laundry, CoCs make you look better. Even though they're not overly healthy - sodium, preservatives, blah blah blah - they still make boring stuff taste pretty good. And anyone who says otherwise is lying to make themselves look all fancy and shit.

I went shopping the other day and bought stuff for like three dinners. Which is a lot more advance planning than I can usually handle. And a lot more dinner than I usually cook. Cooking is much harder than the "fend for yourself" attitude I've had lately...like for the last few months and stuff. But I was feeling adventurous.

6 pork chops, 1/2 inch thick
1 packet dry ranch dressing mix
10 oz can cream of whatever soup - I used cream of chicken
1 cup milk

Mix the soup, milk (I did half milk/half water, and I filled up the soup can instead of dirtying a mixing cup, but you do what you want) and ranch dressing mix.



Place pork chops and the gloppy soup mixture into a medium sized crock pot over high heat for 4 hours or low heat for 6 hours. I did super low heat for 8 hours because I have that setting on my crotch pot and I like to use it.


Also I put some glop on the bottom first just because. Like so.



And I covered up the pork chops with the rest. Like so.



I also made mashed potatoes. Usually I would use instant (because, lazy), but I had a wild hair up my ass today, no doubt fueled by coffee and preschool, so I made real mashed potatoes. If you need the recipe, let me know. (And while I have you here, I swear, the guy who invented preschool is my best friend. I had like two hours of quiet time today. Kick ass.)


Taters, mmmhmm.

Anyway, I served dinner and I forgot to take a picture until we were already eating, but my sweet husband paused to let me photograph his plate. He's so patient. This stuff was a pure hit. My daughter, whose entire diet consists of garbage washed down by milk LOVED this stuff. And asked for more. And ate her broccoli. Is this real life?