Sometimes life can throw stresses our way when we least need them: walking out without an umbrella on a rainy day, for instance, or reaching into a bag of jelly beans only to find that you've eaten all but the licorice ones.

I pull out my trusty Crockpot on days like those, when I need a little "Life is a cabaret, old chum!" pep in my step, a little slow-cooked comfort. The kind of comfort that comes twofold: first in the cooking, because all I need to do is bung everything into the slow cooker and press the button; the second in the eating, because we all know that the dishes we braise, simmer, and stew for 8 hours straight are usually soul-soothing.


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