Fast friends swear by their slow cookers, so I bought one.
Turns out to be a ceramic tub (the crock) that slides into a metal housing (the pot). It's like a Dutch oven with a plug. My actual Dutch oven took one look, pulled its enamel lid tight, and pivoted toward the wall.
I shrugged and read the instructions: toss in the ingredients, turn the knob and wait.
I piled in tomatoes, onion, oregano and meatballs, twisted the knob to "low" and walked away.
Which felt wrong. Soon I was back in the kitchen, peering through the glass lid, trying to resist opening, stirring, prodding. Where, I wondered, was the convenience in stretching a 2-hour recipe to 6?
At midnight, the tomato-and-meatballs earned a shrug. The onions could have used some sauteing, the meatballs some browning — tricks the slow cooker doesn't turn. The Dutch oven, sulking on the countertop, flashed a smug look.
I compiled a lemon chicken tagine, savoring the convergence of new and old. It emerged soggy. The Dutch oven smirked.
Then I remembered that lacquered pork from Momofuku, the clutch of umami-happy restaurants in New York. Everyone loves it. My friend Michele says the first time she made it her family, seeking the last shards, stabbed each other.
I'd never bothered, given that it calls for 6 hours in a standard oven. Which struck me as a perfect fit for the slow-cooker. I plunked in the pork, turned the knob and went to sleep.
And awoke to the dream that I lived upstairs from Momofuku Ssam Bar. I breakfasted on crumbly caramelized pork. It was so good even the Dutch oven shrugged.
And, I located the convenience: in bed. Finishing a 10-hour braise before daybreak can make the slowest of cooks feel downright swift.
Leah Eskin is a Tribune Newspapers special contributor. Email her at email@example.com.
Prep: 15 minutes
Wait: 6 hours
Cook: 10 hours
Serves: 4 to 6
4-pound bone-in pork shoulder (aka Boston butt)
1/3 cup sugar