Why should I be the only thing In my house that's pressure cooked? I used a crockpot, Am a crackpot, That seems right. When days grow cold, A hearty stew is just the thing. Of course, I live in Georgia, USA, And so, the days aren't cold. I stewed over the preparation of this; Crying over the cutting of onions, Steeped in the family tradition of never Stopping a joke until it's Overcooked

This one got a good and hearty laugh out of me. Nicely played.
Loving the food poems, especially since I made beef stew the other day too, even though it is also warm here in TN. Fall demands fall food whether the weather cooperates or not!