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Slow-Cooked Italian Chicken — The Kitchen Is How I Keep Her Close

Grace's sixth anniversary. January 14th, a Friday, and the cold is absolute this year — below zero overnight, the kind of cold that makes the house creak and the windows fog. Six years. She would have been almost seven. Second grade, probably. Learning to read with her full attention the way Noah learned, probably. I imagine her at seven and the image is clearer than it's ever been, which I think is the work of time and therapy — not the sharpening of actual memory, which will never sharpen, but the deepening of the imagination that keeps her alive in my daily mind.

Gary and I visited the cemetery in the morning. Very cold, very fast — we left sunflowers, said what we always say, and came home to warm hands around mugs. We've gotten good at this day. Not easier, exactly. More spacious. The grief has more room to be itself without asking everything of me.

I wrote a short section in the book this afternoon — not a new section, just a note to myself in the margin of the Grace chapter. A note to future readers that says essentially: grief does not end. It transforms. Six years in, it is woven into every meal I make and I mean that as a gift, not a tragedy. She is in the kitchen with me. She has always been in the kitchen with me. She always will be.

I showed it to Gary. He read it and was quiet and then said, "That's the truest thing you've written." I'm going to see if Claire thinks it belongs in the book.

After Gary and I came home from the cemetery with frozen hands and full hearts, I needed the kitchen to do something slow for me—something that would fill the house with smell and warmth while I wrote and sat and remembered. I’d started this slow-cooked Italian chicken before we left in the morning, so by afternoon the whole house held it, and that felt exactly right. It’s the kind of meal that asks almost nothing of you and gives everything back, which is what I needed on a day like January 14th.

Slow-Cooked Italian Chicken

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 6–8 hours (low) | Total Time: 6 hours 10 minutes | Servings: 6

Ingredients

  • 2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken thighs or breasts
  • 1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes, undrained
  • 1 can (6 oz) tomato paste
  • 1/2 cup chicken broth
  • 1 medium onion, diced
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 green bell pepper, diced
  • 1 teaspoon dried oregano
  • 1 teaspoon dried basil
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
  • 1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (optional)
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • Cooked pasta or crusty bread, for serving
  • Fresh parsley or basil, for garnish

Instructions

  1. Layer the base. Pour olive oil into the bottom of your slow cooker. Add diced onion, garlic, and bell pepper and stir to coat.
  2. Add the chicken. Place chicken pieces in a single layer over the vegetables. Season with salt, pepper, oregano, basil, thyme, and red pepper flakes if using.
  3. Build the sauce. Pour diced tomatoes and their juices over the chicken. Add tomato paste and chicken broth. Stir gently around the chicken to combine the liquids without disturbing the seasoning on top.
  4. Cook low and slow. Cover and cook on LOW for 6–8 hours or on HIGH for 3–4 hours, until chicken is very tender and cooked through.
  5. Shred or serve whole. Use two forks to shred the chicken directly in the slow cooker and stir it into the sauce, or serve pieces whole over pasta. Taste and adjust seasoning as needed.
  6. Finish and plate. Serve over cooked pasta or alongside crusty bread. Garnish with fresh parsley or basil.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 280 | Protein: 34g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 12g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 620mg

Michelle Larson
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Michelle Larson
Week 222 of Michelle’s 30-year story · Provo, Utah
Michelle is a forty-four-year-old mom of six in Provo, Utah, a former accountant who traded spreadsheets for freezer meal prep and never looked back. She is LDS, organized to a fault, and can fill a chest freezer with sixty labeled meals in a single Sunday afternoon. She lost her second baby to SIDS and carries that grief in everything she does — including the way she feeds her family, which she does with a precision and devotion that borders on sacred.

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