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Slow-Cooker Rice and Chicken Soup -- Because Leftover Rice Always Finds Its Way

Spring cleaning plus pit maintenance. The brick pit has been going strong for two years, but the mortar between the chimney bricks is cracking — heat expansion and contraction, the Louisiana cycle of 100-degree summers and 40-degree winters working on the joints like a boxer on a bag. I re-mortared the chimney on Saturday, and Pierre came up to check my work (uninvited, naturally — Pierre checks work the way cats check rooms: silently, thoroughly, without being asked). He looked at the mortar. He looked at me. He said, "Straight." One word. Approval. I will dine on that compliment for months.

Danielle is spring cleaning the house with the intensity of a woman who finds dust personally offensive. Closets emptied. Shelves wiped. The kids' rooms audited for outgrown clothes and forgotten toys. Rémy lost three toys in the purge and negotiated their return with the skill of a labor attorney. "I need the blue dinosaur, Mom. He's a FAMILY MEMBER." The blue dinosaur was returned. Danielle knows when she's beaten.

Made a simple fried rice — leftover rice (always leftover rice in this house, because rice is constitutional), scrambled egg, green onion, soy sauce, leftover andouille diced small. It's not Cajun, it's not Chinese, it's whatever it is when you clean out the fridge and make it into something with a hot wok and no apologies. Rémy called it "the best rice," which is his ranking system: every dish is either "the best" or "I don't want it." There is no middle ground. The boy lives in extremes. He is, in every way, his grandfather's grandson.

After a Saturday spent re-mortaring chimney bricks, absorbing a one-word compliment from Pierre, and watching Rémy negotiate the return of a blue dinosaur like a union rep, I needed dinner to handle itself — which is exactly what a slow cooker is for. The fried rice I threw together used up the last of the leftover rice, but on weeks when I want that same no-apology, clean-out-the-fridge energy without standing at the stove, this Slow-Cooker Rice and Chicken Soup is where I land. You build it in the morning, you ignore it all day, and by the time the house is back in order, something warm is already waiting.

Slow-Cooker Rice and Chicken Soup

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 6–7 hrs (low) | Total Time: ~7 hrs | Servings: 6

Ingredients

  • 1 1/2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken thighs
  • 1 cup long-grain white rice, uncooked
  • 6 cups low-sodium chicken broth
  • 3 medium carrots, peeled and sliced into coins
  • 3 stalks celery, sliced
  • 1 medium yellow onion, diced
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 teaspoon dried thyme
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
  • 2 tablespoons fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped (for serving)

Instructions

  1. Layer the slow cooker. Place chicken thighs in the bottom of a 6-quart slow cooker. Add carrots, celery, onion, and garlic on top.
  2. Add liquid and seasoning. Pour in the chicken broth. Add thyme, bay leaf, salt, and pepper. Stir gently to distribute the seasonings.
  3. Cook low and slow. Cover and cook on LOW for 6 to 7 hours, or on HIGH for 3 to 4 hours, until the chicken is fully cooked through and very tender.
  4. Shred the chicken. Remove the chicken thighs to a cutting board. Use two forks to shred the meat into bite-sized pieces, then return it to the slow cooker. Discard the bay leaf.
  5. Add the rice. Stir in the uncooked rice. Cover and cook on HIGH for an additional 25 to 30 minutes, until the rice is tender and has absorbed some of the broth. The soup will thicken as it sits.
  6. Taste and finish. Adjust salt and pepper to taste. Ladle into bowls and top with fresh parsley before serving.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 290 | Protein: 28g | Fat: 6g | Carbs: 30g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 620mg

Tommy Beaumont
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Tommy Beaumont
Week 129 of Tommy’s 30-year story · Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Tommy is a Cajun electrician from Thibodaux, Louisiana, who lost his home to Hurricane Katrina four months after his wedding and rebuilt his life one roux at a time. He grew up on Bayou Lafourche, fishing with his father Joey at dawn and eating his mother's gumbo by dusk. His crawfish boils draw the whole neighborhood, his boudin is made from scratch, and he stirs his roux the way Joey taught him — dark as chocolate, forty-five minutes, no shortcuts. Laissez les bons temps rouler.

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