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When the wind starts howling off the fields here in the Midwest, there are only a handful of things that can make me feel better about scraping frost off my windshield again. Amish potato soup is right up there at the top of that list — alongside warm socks straight from the dryer and an old quilt that’s been patched more times than I can count. This is the soup my mother made when my brother and I would come in from sledding — cheeks numb, noses red, boots caked in snow. She’d ladle it out into big bowls, and …

Chicken cacciatore has always felt like more than just a meal to me — it’s a little piece of family history ladled into a bowl. Back when I was a kid here in the Midwest, my grandma would pull out her biggest pot on days when the wind just wouldn’t quit howling through the trees. She’d call it hunter’s stew — no fancy name, no fuss — just good, honest food that filled the house with warmth when our toes were numb and the windows rattled like they might blow clear off the hinges. I swear I can still see …

Oh, goodness — if there’s one dessert I’ll forever stand by, it’s this one. You know how some recipes just stick with you like an old friend who always shows up when you need ‘em most? Minister’s Delight is that friend for me. I remember making this on a rainy Tuesday back when my kids were teenagers — stomping in from soccer practice with muddy cleats and hungry eyes. I’d toss a few pantry goodies into the slow cooker before they even got off the bus, and by the time dinner was cleared, dessert was waiting. No fancy steps, no …

You know, some days just call for easy. Not fancy, not fussy — just the kind of meal that makes the whole house smell like somebody’s been cooking for hours (because, well, technically you have — but the slow cooker did all the work). When my kids were little, this BBQ pulled pork was my secret weapon. School drop-offs, dance lessons, baseball practice — I’d throw everything in the pot by 8 a.m., and by suppertime we’d sit around the table with plates piled high, sticky fingers, and nowhere else to be. It’s the kind of meal that turns an …

Back when our little community hall still smelled of strong coffee and fresh floor wax, potluck suppers were the highlight of our month. Everyone had that dish they were known for — Mrs. Voss brought her mile-high lemon meringue pie, old Mr. Danner made his fiery baked beans, and if you were lucky, you’d find my mother’s pepper steak with mushrooms bubbling away in a battered Crock-Pot near the coat rack. Those suppers weren’t fancy, but they were everything. A place to catch up, share news, swap recipes scrawled on index cards — and more than once, to sneak an …

There’s something about the smell of BBQ sauce bubbling away that just feels like home, isn’t there? I swear every time I make these Slow Cooker Sweet Baby Ray’s Chicken Drumsticks, I’m right back in my mom’s tiny kitchen — the one with the squeaky cabinet door and that floral linoleum floor we all pretended to hate. She’d toss these drumsticks in the slow cooker before church on Sunday morning. We’d come home a few hours later, the house warm and smelling like sweet, tangy heaven. Dad would hover near the kitchen trying to “taste test” — and she’d swat …

You know how every family has that one dish? The one folks hover around like they’re guarding buried treasure? Well, these Slow Cooker Honey Mustard Kielbasa Bites are ours. I swear, the first time I made them, I thought I’d have leftovers for days. I turned around — gone. Not a toothpick in sight. I even found my husband sneaking the last few pieces straight from the slow cooker when he thought I wasn’t looking. (Nice try, dear.) Why You’ll Love These Little Bites If you’re anything like me — always hunting for something easy that feels special — you’ll …

You know what? There’s just something downright magical about waking up to breakfast that basically cooked itself. No alarm clock needed, no pots bubbling over, no cereal box shame at 6 a.m. — just warm, creamy oatmeal waiting, like it knew you’d need a hug today. I still remember the first time I made this. It was one of those weeks — you know the kind. Work was chaos, my house looked like three raccoons had ransacked it, and I swear the laundry pile was taller than my youngest. I tossed a few things in my old slow cooker before …

when I brought my first dog home, I thought I’d mastered pet parenthood by just having enough kibble in the pantry and a squeaky toy or two on standby. Oh, how naive I was. Fast-forward a few pets later — a spaniel with a knack for rolling in questionable things, a cat who believes my flower beds are hers alone, and more fur tumbleweeds than I care to admit — and I’ve learned a trick or twenty to make pet life smoother. So, here’s my tried-and-true list of 20 simple, budget-friendly hacks every pet lover should have up their sleeve. …

You know what I reach for when the day’s been just a bit much? Something bright. Something that wakes up my taste buds and reminds me life’s still sweet — even when the laundry’s not folded and the sink’s a mess. This Lemon Zest Cream Cheese Pie is that little lift for me. It’s cool, creamy, just tart enough to make you pucker (in a good way). And honestly? It tastes like my Midwest childhood, only with a little more sass — thanks to that fresh lemon. Back Home, Pie Meant Love When I was a kid, pies were currency. …