Crockpot Recipes

There used to be this little farm-to-table spot tucked away on the back road between Millbrook and my house—The Blue Rooster, they called it. When … Read more

My sister-in-law asked why I couldn’t just dump everything in the crockpot and let it do the work. I was mid-explanation about browning meat first—how … Read more

My sister-in-law, Jen, had claimed for years that she “didn’t do soup.” Not in a dramatic, food-allergy way. More like a quiet, stubborn refusal. “Soup’s … Read more

This was supposed to be a fancy braised short rib situation for a dinner party I was way too ambitious about hosting on a Tuesday. … Read more

I was standing in the dairy aisle of the grocery store last Tuesday, staring at heavy cream like it had personally wronged me. The carton … Read more

My sister-in-law, Jen, wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by on a random Tuesday afternoon to drop off a book she’d lent me, and … Read more

I was elbow-deep in a pile of vintage postcards at a dusty estate sale last spring when the woman running it—a retired schoolteacher named Marjorie … Read more

My neighbor wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a cup of sugar—how cliché, I know—and the smell hit me before I … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday, and I had a very specific problem. Not the “I can’t sleep” kind of problem, but the … Read more

I was standing in the middle of a hardware store, staring at a display of showerheads, when the plumber—a gruff man named Leo with sawdust … Read more

My sister asked why I couldn’t just throw the potatoes in the slow cooker with the butter already melted in. I started to explain why … Read more

Megan wasn’t trying to impress me. I’d stopped by to grab a book she’d promised to lend me, and the smell hit me before I … Read more

I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last Tuesday—a damp, gray afternoon that felt more like late October than early spring—when a gust … Read more

My neighbor Sarah asked why I couldn’t just dump everything in the slow cooker and call it a day. I was mid-explanation about browning meat … Read more

It was 11:15 PM on a rainy Thursday, and I had a craving for something warm and cheesy. I didn’t have the energy for a … Read more

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