August arrives with its particular weight of late summer — the heat is heavy, the garden is at peak overwhelm, and the start of school is close enough to feel. I always spend August in a state of mild double-consciousness: enjoying the last of summer while already mentally in September.
School supply shopping happened this week. The annual ritual. Noah is going into second grade and chose a dragon folder with more conviction than most adults choose career paths. Mason has been methodical for three years running — list in hand, in and out in ten minutes, doesn't understand why anyone finds this complicated. Olivia wanted a very specific bullet journal style notebook that we found on the third store. Ethan is sixteen and picked up three mechanical pencils and said, "I'm good," and meant it.
I've been thinking about the fall seriously. Beverly's second school series starts in September. The two community centers. The Provo pantry. The private Tuesday lessons, which have grown to three regular clients. The channel, which now requires consistent content or the audience notices. And the four children and one husband and one house and one life that all require me to be actually present and not just technically here.
I wrote it all in a list and looked at it for a long time. Then I did something my therapist would call healthy and I called my sister in Texas and talked for an hour about how I was building something that was genuinely becoming too large for one person. She asked if that was a complaint or a fact. I said mostly a fact. She said, "Sounds like you need help." And I said, "I know. I'm figuring out what kind."
After I hung up with my sister and looked at that list one more time, I did the only sensible thing: I put chicken in the slow cooker and walked away. There is something genuinely grounding about a meal that requires nothing from you after 9 a.m. — no checking, no hovering, no decisions. Chicken gnocchi soup has become my personal signal that summer is folding into fall, and this particular week, with the dragon folder and the bullet journal and the three mechanical pencils and the very real question of what kind of help I need, it felt exactly right to let dinner be the one thing that sorted itself out.
Slow-Cooker Chicken Gnocchi Soup
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 6 hrs | Total Time: 6 hrs 15 min | Servings: 8
Ingredients
- 1 1/2 lbs boneless skinless chicken breasts
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 3 medium carrots, sliced into coins
- 2 stalks celery, sliced
- 4 cups low-sodium chicken broth
- 1 teaspoon dried thyme
- 1/2 teaspoon dried rosemary
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 1 package (16 oz) shelf-stable potato gnocchi
- 2 cups fresh baby spinach
- 1 cup heavy cream
- 2 tablespoons cornstarch mixed with 2 tablespoons cold water
Instructions
- Load the slow cooker. Place chicken breasts in the bottom of a 6-quart slow cooker. Add onion, garlic, carrots, celery, chicken broth, thyme, rosemary, salt, and pepper. Stir gently to combine.
- Cook low and slow. Cover and cook on LOW for 6–7 hours or HIGH for 3–4 hours, until the chicken is fully cooked through and tender.
- Shred the chicken. Remove the chicken breasts and shred with two forks. Return the shredded chicken to the slow cooker.
- Add gnocchi and cream. Stir in the gnocchi, heavy cream, and the cornstarch slurry. Replace the lid and cook on HIGH for an additional 20–25 minutes, until the gnocchi are tender and the broth has thickened slightly.
- Finish with spinach. Stir in the baby spinach and let it wilt for 3–5 minutes. Taste and adjust seasoning as needed. Serve hot.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 340 | Protein: 26g | Fat: 13g | Carbs: 29g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 480mg