Twenty-eight. I turned twenty-eight yesterday, April third, and the number feels neither young nor old — it feels accurate, the way a thermometer reading feels accurate. I am twenty-eight degrees of a person. Not boiling. Not frozen. Somewhere in the habitable range, which, given where I was at twenty-seven, is its own celebration.
Lourdes made pancit for long life — the tradition, unbreakable, non-negotiable. Long noodles for long years. She also made lechon kawali, crispy pork belly, the Santos birthday standard. Angela came with James. Lourdes's kitchen smelled like hot oil and garlic and candle wax from the birthday cake that Angela bought from Costco because Angela's love language is practicality and Costco cake feeds fifteen people for twenty dollars, which is peak Angela logic.
I blew out twenty-eight candles and wished silently. I won't tell you what I wished for — not because it's a superstition but because the wish is still forming, still cooking, a desire that doesn't have a recipe yet. Something about the Philippines. Something about standing in a kitchen in Iloilo where the food started. Something about going to the place that Lourdes left so I can understand the place she brought us to. The wish is a seed. Seeds need time.
Lourdes told me she knows a very nice Filipino doctor at the hospital. This is her annual birthday gift to me — the suggestion of a husband, wrapped in the tinsel of "he's very nice" and "he goes to Mass." I changed the subject to the lechon kawali, which was perfectly crispy, the skin shattering into a million golden fragments, each one a tiny explosion of salt and fat. Lourdes accepted the subject change with the patience of a woman who knows she'll bring it up again next month. She will. She always does.
After dinner, I drove home and sat in my car in the parking lot and thought about twenty-seven. The floor. The PTSD. The therapy. The medication. The blog. The ER. The cooking that held me together when nothing else could. Twenty-seven was the hardest year of my life. Twenty-eight is — what? The year after the hardest year. The year where the rebuilding continues. The year where the adobo gets better and the nightmares get fewer and the light gets longer and I learn, slowly, that I am not the floor. I am the woman who got up from it.
Twenty-eight. The distance between the floor and standing is infinite and also about three feet. I know both measurements. I carry both. Happy birthday to me.
Twenty-eight called for something slow and unhurried—the kind of cooking that doesn’t ask anything of you except to show up and wait. After a year of clawing my way back from the floor, I needed a recipe that could hold itself together without me hovering over it, something that did its quiet work while I did mine. Slow cooker pork tenderloin became that recipe: simple, forgiving, and proof that good things still come if you just give them time.
Slow Cooker Pork Tenderloin
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 4 hours | Total Time: 4 hours 15 minutes | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 2 lbs pork tenderloin (1–2 tenderloins)
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 1 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1 teaspoon onion powder
- 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
- 1/2 cup low-sodium soy sauce
- 2 tablespoons brown sugar, packed
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
- 1/2 cup chicken broth
- 1 tablespoon cornstarch
- 2 tablespoons cold water
Instructions
- Season the pork. Pat the pork tenderloin dry with paper towels. In a small bowl, combine garlic powder, onion powder, smoked paprika, black pepper, salt, and thyme. Rub the spice mixture all over the tenderloin.
- Sear for color. Heat olive oil in a skillet over medium-high heat. Sear the tenderloin for 2–3 minutes per side until a golden crust forms. This step is worth it — it builds the flavor that carries the whole dish.
- Make the sauce. In a small bowl, whisk together soy sauce, brown sugar, minced garlic, apple cider vinegar, and chicken broth. Pour into the bottom of the slow cooker.
- Slow cook. Place the seared tenderloin into the slow cooker. Cover and cook on LOW for 3–4 hours, or until the internal temperature reaches 145°F. Do not overcook — tenderloin is lean and dries out quickly beyond that point.
- Rest and slice. Transfer the pork to a cutting board and tent loosely with foil. Let it rest for 5–10 minutes before slicing into medallions.
- Thicken the pan sauce. Pour the remaining slow cooker liquid into a small saucepan over medium heat. Whisk together cornstarch and cold water, then stir into the liquid. Cook for 2–3 minutes, stirring, until the sauce thickens to a glossy glaze.
- Serve. Arrange sliced pork on a platter and spoon the thickened glaze over the top. Serve with steamed rice, roasted vegetables, or alongside a long, celebratory bowl of noodles.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 230 | Protein: 34g | Fat: 7g | Carbs: 8g | Fiber: 0g | Sodium: 620mg