Crockpot Recipes

It was 11:47 PM on a particularly damp Tuesday, and I was hit with a craving for chili so specific and so loud it felt … Read more

My husband claimed he hated meatloaf for fifteen years. Fifteen years! He’d make a face anytime someone mentioned it, launching into a story about a … Read more

I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last Tuesday, juggling a bag of groceries and trying to find my keys, when the smell … Read more

My neighbor Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone that Tuesday night. I’d stopped by to grab a garden trowel I’d lent her months ago, and … Read more

My neighbor, a retired truck driver named Frank, asked me why I couldn’t just dump a can of diced tomatoes with green chilies into my … Read more

I was standing in line at the DMV—of all places—when the woman ahead of me turned around and started talking about chicken soup. Not just … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday, and I had a butternut squash staring at me from the counter like it knew something I … Read more

My neighbor, a quiet woman named Clara who kept mostly to herself, watched me lugging my slow cooker out of my car one Tuesday afternoon. … Read more

The neighborhood chili cook-off was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their secret slow-simmered recipes, their award-winning blends, their … Read more

The ground turkey sat in the fridge, staring at me every time I opened the door. It was a Tuesday, and I had absolutely no … Read more

I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last Tuesday, fumbling for my keys, when a cold wind hit me right in the face. … Read more

I burned the bottom of my first three batches of white chicken chili before I figured out what I was doing wrong. Not a little … Read more

My neighbor Karen showed up at my door holding a bag of tortilla chips and a bottle of tequila, grinning like she knew something I … Read more

I was elbow-deep in potting soil on a drizzly Saturday afternoon when my accountant, Mr. Henderson, called my name from across the fence. The man … Read more

The cold snap hit hard last Tuesday. By three in the afternoon, the sky had gone that flat, grey-white color that means business, and the … Read more

I was standing in line at the DMV—honestly, the last place on earth you’d expect to find culinary inspiration—when the man behind me, a retired … Read more

The neighborhood potluck was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, I’d marked it on the calendar, sure, but then the week happened. … Read more

There used to be a German butcher shop on the corner of Elm and Fourth that made a potato salad so good it ruined every … Read more

Third time this week I found myself staring into the fridge at 4 PM with absolutely no plan for dinner, and honestly, I wasn’t mad … Read more

The way the broth clings to the back of a spoon—that’s the detail I couldn’t stop thinking about the first time I made this. Not … Read more