For much of my childhood I was a latchkey kid. Both parents worked, and several times every week I would come home to a note that read:

Crock Pot is in the fridge. Plug in on high. Love, Mom.

We used our slow cooker a significant amount. Chicken or beef. I don’t really remember anything thing else, but we had a variety of recipes with chicken or beef. By the time my parents came in the door from a long day of work, the smell of the slow cooking creation had permeated the house (and driven the dogs crazy with hunger).

A favorite of ours (and many slow cooker chefs) was Beef Burgundy. Not beef bourguignon, or Boeuf à la Bourguignonne. That sounded too fancy for our slow cooker, so we just called it Beef Burgundy.

Such a rich, meaty dish.

I purchased stroganoff cut beef and sliced it into…