We call ourselves a family. A tiny Welsh vegan with a passion for the environment. An Indian astrophysics major who is smarter than he lets on. A saxophone player who is prone to dissolve into fits of laughter at any given moment but is the pickiest eater I’ve ever met. Then there’s me, an aspiring psychologist who tries to cook one meal that pleases all of them. We have a Crockpot, which in the dorm room environment is an incredibly illegal device. There are a lot of things our Community Living Agreement says we’re not allowed to have, but if the college has taught me anything, it’s not how to derive multi-variable equations, but rather that rules are made to be bent. However, cooking in a Crockpot has some rules that are not subject to that axiom. A Crockpot is an amazing tool for cooking if handled properly.