All Posts By Jennifer

In the heart of the Midwest, there’s an unspoken rule: when the wind howls and the chores are done, you need something bubbling away to make it all feel right. Growing up, that something was always Mom’s chicken pot pie — flaky crust, steamy filling, the whole works. It took forever, though, and truth be told, some nights I just don’t have that kind of time. So here’s what I do instead: Slow Cooker Chicken Pot Pie Pasta. All the cozy goodness, none of the fuss. You toss it together, go about your day — check the garden, feed the …

You know what’s funny? I never planned to make this casserole a family tradition — it just happened. Years ago, I found myself staring at half a pound of ground beef, some sad-looking potatoes, and a can of soup I’d bought on sale… and I thought, “Well, let’s see what happens if I toss this all in the slow cooker.” Next thing I knew, my kids were asking for seconds — and in my house, that’s the highest praise you can get. Now, whenever the weather turns chilly or I know the week’s gonna be nuts, this Cowboy Casserole is …

You know, there’s something about a big ol’ pot of potato soup that feels like a hug from the inside out. When the cold creeps in — and my joints start to holler — I find myself craving the same simple comfort foods my mama used to ladle out on chilly afternoons. This slow cooker loaded potato soup? It’s exactly that kind of old-fashioned goodness. Four honest ingredients. A few hours on low while you go about your day. And when you lift that lid? Pure, creamy magic. It reminds me of snow days when we’d tumble inside with pink …

You ever have one of those days where you wake up already tired, peek in the fridge, and think, What in the world is for dinner tonight? Happens to me more often than I care to admit — especially when life gets busy and my brain’s too full to plan a proper meal. That’s exactly why I keep this 3 Packet Pot Roast tucked in my back pocket — or more accurately, my old, trusty recipe binder that’s got coffee rings and scribbles in the margins. It’s the kind of no-fuss supper that pretty much cooks itself while you’re off …

If there’s one smell that can send me straight back to my childhood kitchen faster than you can say “supper’s ready!” — it’s cabbage gently simmering away with butter and garlic. Growing up smack dab in the Midwest, cabbage wasn’t just another veggie in the crisper — it was the veggie. Cheap, sturdy, filling. I swear, half my memories are of watching my grandma stand at the stove with a wooden spoon, humming to Patsy Cline while something hearty bubbled away. This garlic parmesan whole cabbage is my little love letter to those days — but with a modern twist, …

When I was little, Saturday nights at my grandma’s house almost always smelled like onions slowly turning gold in a big cast-iron skillet. She didn’t fuss with fancy recipes — just good, hearty food that made your belly warm and your shoulders drop a few inches. These days, whenever I braise brats in the oven — tucked into a bed of soft onions and sweet apples, bubbling away in good beer — I swear I hear her humming along with the radio in the next room. This dish is nothing complicated, but goodness, does it taste like home. A Midwest …