My poor little crockpot couldn’t handle the frozen chuck roast I tossed in yesterday, so I had to do a little improvisation. Therefore, the silver tumor it seems to have amassed is nothing more than a pie tin and some aluminum foil.

Believe it or not, it actually worked. After an hour or so, the slab of meat thawed enough for me to smoosh it until it fit inside.

I have to say, though, that when I first put together this little set-up, I felt like the MacGyver of cooking. All that was missing was a Dixie cup, a few rubber bands and a toilet paper roll.

As for the roast, it was delicious.

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