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Growing up my childhood was very much like being in Mayberry. I walked to school, my mom packed my lunch, and was always there with a snack when I got home. I had school clothes and play clothes, I went to CCD on Wednesday’s. I knew everyone who lived on my street. I could put my transistor radio in the basket of my bike, with the white banana seat and be gone all day. My mom had no idea where I was most of the time. I would go to the library, and check out records and books, hang out at the community center playing ping pong, or playing up at the Cross Roads Park. I might be home for dinner and not get grounded for the umpteenth time, if I made it on time. I played hockey in the street with all the neighborhood boys, and had to move the nets and yell, CAR, each time one needed to go through. If I did something I shouldn’t, I was spanked, and it was fine if it was mom doing the spanking, but dad, with the belt, hurt. I had super clean teeth for as many times as my mouth was washed out with soap. I grew up, and I look back now with such wonderful memories.
I divorced my children’s dad when I was 34, my kids were 9, 5 and 2. I did everything I could to be a good mom to them, and I knew that one of those things would be for them to grow up in a happy place where people didn’t fight. I always wondered if I gave them what I had, Mayberry. Their childhoods were certainly different than mine. A mom working two jobs, because their father wouldn’t pay his child support. Having to be in daycare after school, and lots of school lunches. Their mom always having to know where they were because a little girl had been abducted walking on the street just three houses down from where we live. My kids had to grow up with social media bullying, and knowing that bad things happen to people at a much earlier age than I ever did. I wondered if I did a good job, and then one of my kids wrote me a note this week and said he loved me, and thanking me for giving him such a wonderful childhood. It may have been different than mine, but in their own way, it was just as good! My heart is overflowing!

A working mom still needs to feed her family something for dinner, and I have relied on my crockpot to help me with this all of my adult life. It’s so nice to come home to the house smelling good when I walk in the door. Making a vegetable and salad is easy when the main course is in the crock pot.

All of the Polish Stoneware pictured today is available for purchase at The Pottery Avenue by Pangaea website at Use the search button and type in the pattern name and it will bring up all of the pieces available in that pattern. Can’t find what you are looking for? Just send a message and Twila and her team will be happy to help you. Use discount code Twila or PAF for your 20% discount.

From my heart to yours, Smacznego!

Kim’s Crockpot Pork Roast

  • 3-4 lb. boneless pork roast
  • 1 small onion sliced
  • 1 Granny Smith apple cored and sliced
  • Creole seasoning
  • Chipotle BBQ sauce
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Apple cider

Generously rub creole seasoning all over pork roast then sprinkle heavily with salt and pepper.
In the bottom of your crockpot add 1/2 cup apple cider and place roast in. Cover top completely with chipotle BBQ sauce, and surround with sliced onions and apples. Cook on medium for 8 hours.
THATS IT! This is so moist and delicious you won’t believe how easy it was!
If you have any left over, you can shred it and make pork tacos the next day!