Crockpot Recipes

Introduction This was supposed to be the year I finally nailed a full roasted turkey. I had the roasting pan, the fancy meat thermometer, and … Read more

I was standing in the grocery store aisle last November, staring at a ten-pound bag of russets, when the smell hit me. It wasn’t the … Read more

The neighborhood chili cook-off was in three days and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, I’d signed up for it months ago, back when summer felt … Read more

I was standing in the frozen food aisle of our local grocery store last Tuesday, staring blankly at a bag of chicken thighs, when the … Read more

There used to be a tiny, hole-in-the-wall meal prep spot in the basement of an office building downtown that made the most incredible chicken bowls. … Read more

I was standing in the middle of a hardware store last October when the smell hit me—not paint or sawdust, but a faint, dusty whisper … Read more

There used to be a little Tex-Mex place on the corner of 8th and Main in my old neighborhood that made a taco soup so … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday, and I had a craving for something creamy, spicy, and deeply comforting. I didn’t have the energy … Read more

There used to be a little diner off Route 9, the kind with cracked vinyl booths and a jukebox that only played songs from the … Read more

Mrs. Kowalski watched me staring at the produce section last fall, my cart holding nothing but a bag of potatoes and some vague intentions. She … Read more

My sister-in-law, Rachel, had claimed she hated soup for as long as I’d known her. “It’s just not a meal,” she’d say with a shrug, … Read more

This was supposed to be pork chops with a fancy mushroom cream sauce. I had the shallots out, the heavy cream measured, and a bottle … Read more

I had been looking for a meatloaf that actually stayed moist all the way through. For a while, I just accepted that meatloaf was going … Read more

I wasn’t supposed to be there that long. I’d stopped by my neighbor Rosa’s house on a gray Tuesday afternoon to grab a garden trowel … Read more

My husband looked at the pile of tomatillos on the counter and said, “You know I don’t do sour things.” He wasn’t being difficult, just … Read more

There used to be a little diner off Route 9, tucked between a laundromat and a tire shop, that made the best bowl of chili … Read more

This was supposed to be chicken tortilla soup. I had the whole plan mapped out in my head—crispy strips on top, a lime wedge on … Read more

The bacon was already out, half-eaten from breakfast, and ground beef was thawing in the sink because I’d planned burgers. Then my kid walked in … Read more

The soup was gone before I even finished ladling the last bowl. My husband, who usually takes his time eating, had already scraped his bowl … Read more

I figured a slow cooker soup basically made itself—dump everything in, walk away, come back to dinner. It took about one watery, flavorless attempt for … Read more