Slow Cooker

It was 10:47 PM on a damp Tuesday in November, and I had a very specific craving for something warm, creamy, and spicy. I didn’t … Read more

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

It was 11:47 PM on a particularly damp Tuesday in November, and I had a craving for something sticky, salty, and sweet that felt like … Read more

I was unloading groceries last Tuesday when the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves drifted through my open car door — and suddenly I … Read more

I want lasagna. That’s the thought that hits me around 4 PM on a Tuesday, standing in front of the fridge with the door open, … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a particularly gloomy Wednesday, and the kind of cold that seeps through the windows had officially settled in my bones. … Read more

The church potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their signature slow-cooker masterpieces—the kind that simmer all day … Read more

Maggie wasn’t trying to impress me. I’d stopped by to borrow a garden rake on a drizzly Tuesday afternoon, and this smell hit me before … Read more

My neighbor Gina asked me last Tuesday why I couldn’t just dump everything in the crockpot and call it a day. I was over at … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Tuesday in February, and I had a feverish need for something spicy, cheesy, and deeply comforting. The kind … Read more