Proud of myself...

I know it's a little thing, but I'm very proud of myself right now. I just cooked my first roast for dinner tonight. That's right. I did it. You may all applaud now. Hee hee. I was very apprehensive, but I even managed to make gravy to go along with it, even though it wasn't as good as Dad's is. My father makes the best gravy ever. I don't know what he does to it, but yum! Anyway, I digress. I got up this morning and put a little pork roast and a little beef roast in the crockpot on low, and by the time Brian got home at 8:45, it was super tender and yummy. I feel more confident now. It's amazing what a little bit of cooking success can do to you. Next thing you know, I'll be using that springform pan I bought a year and a half ago - just because I might need it someday. Or my Kitchenaid mixer that I've only used once. There's no stopping me now! Watch out, Emeril - here I come!