Slow Cooker

My neighbor, a guy named Mark who I’d only ever seen grilling steaks, asked why I couldn’t just dump a can of enchilada sauce in … Read more

There used to be this tiny Italian place tucked away on a side street in Burlington called Nonna’s Table. It wasn’t fancy — mismatched chairs, … Read more

I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last Tuesday, fumbling for my keys, when the smell hit me. Someone nearby was grilling—or maybe … Read more

My neighbor across the hall, a retired nurse named Rosa, watched me fumbling with a plastic grocery bag that had just split open, sending carrots … Read more

I had been looking for a weeknight dinner that actually tasted like it had been simmering for hours, not one that required me to stand … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a gray, drizzly Tuesday in late October, and I had a very specific, almost aggressive craving for chili. Not just … Read more

I figured a slow cooker chili was the kind of thing you just dump and forget. It took about one bite of this version—with that … Read more

I need a soup that tastes like I spent all day stirring it, but I also need to fold laundry, answer emails, and pretend I … Read more

My husband took one bite of this soup, looked at me with that expression he gets when he’s genuinely surprised, and said, “This tastes exactly … Read more

The first real snow of the year hit on a Tuesday, and by 4 PM, the power had flickered twice, and my fridge was looking … Read more