The Crocksman is a weekly Voracious column about you and your slow-cooker. It runs every Tuesday.A couple weeks ago I wrote about losing my slow-cooked virginity with my college roommate, Bill. I haven’t seen Bill in several years, which is a shame because we had some good times. Strangely, a few days after my column ran, I got a Facebook note from Bill, my first.I sent him a link to the column and gave him a call over the weekend. He confirmed the accuracy of my account of the quality of that debut pork roast. It was the best Crock meal he’s had, too. He also remembered how the nasty Crock just collected dust on the counter for a matter of weeks, too. But he asked me: Do you remember what happened the next time? I’d completely forgotten.Bill and I only stocked the bare essentials in that apartment. Among a rack or two of Milwaukee’s Best (we’d yet to discover Pabst), apparently we kept a stray carton or two of eggnog.After we polished off crock #2, Bill and I decided the only fair way to determine who would be responsible for taking out the dirty crock would be to have an eggnog chugging contest. Bill filled up a pair of his huge, green plastic cups, and we chugged. We tied. Three times. With no clear winner, we each took a handle of the Crock, walked into the parking lot, and dumped the remains into the DumpsterR. That’s logic I can get behind.Last night I finally tried adding apple cider to a good roast. It was good. I’ll do it again. Happy Crocking, y’all.Last night’s recipe:– 3 pounds of chuck roast (it was on sale at QFC for $2.99 a pound, which is pretty good.)– 1.5 cups of apple cider– 1 packet of French onion soup mix– 2 stalks of cellery– 1/2 a leftover bag of carrots– 1 medium onion