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Slow Cooker Wednesday is Back!

So for a while, when I was planning our weekly meals, Wednesday became known as "Slow Cooker Wednesday" in our house. Since living a Paleo lifestyle is kind of a full time job and takes oober amounts of food prep (at least for me anyhow), I decided to bring Slow Cooker Wednesday back, Paleo style!



Holy delicious pork loin!

I don't have a picture because, well, I ate it already. My plate anyway. (The food that was on it, not the plate itself) And it's not amazingly attractive in the slow cooker itself.

So, just, I don't know... use your imagination!

I found the original recipe here. Sounds yummy, right?

Too bad I really, really, really, was not in the mood for more tomato based foods.

The meatballs we had earlier this week were delicious, but I did not want that acidity three days in a row. P.S. Those meatballs have some heat to them! Hubby made them earlier this week and I questioned his ability to follow the recipe, but apparently it really called for all that spice. Yowza! Super yummy though.

Back to that pork loin...

I adapted that recipe a little bit to make something a little milder for our mid-week meal.

Here's what I came up with...

Kelly's Paleo Crock Pot Pork Loin
Ingredients:
Pork Loin (obviously)((less obviously, I used about 1.75 pounds and it fed Hubby and I and we have plenty for leftovers)
1 large zucchini, sliced
4 stalks of celery, chopped
2 cups of Chicken Stock
Dried basil, garlic, pepper and salt to taste

And here is what I love about slow cooker Wednesday...

1. Throw all ingredients in the crock pot. Set that bad boy to high for 7 hours, and sit back and enjoy the magic. 

I served this meal, errr, rather hubby served this meal because I was at the gym this afternoon, with a side of green beans. I'm already looking forward to leftovers for lunch tomorrow!

Make sure you put some of those zucchini and celery on your plate as well! If you don't, you're missing out!

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