You know that feeling you had sometimes as a kid, if you were lucky and had a good childhood, that everything was OK and you were safe and warm at home and your parents loved you and would take care of you? I just spooned some of that feeling out of a crockpot into a bowl. (Only I burned my tongue on it a little bit.) Crockpot chicken and dumplings. It’s like love, only you should blow on it first.
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