Look, you’ve got a crockpot. It’s that dusty appliance you bought in a fit of New Year’s optimism, the one that’s currently holding a bag of old potatoes. We’re about to give it a purpose. Bone broth is like a hug in a mug, except it’s cheaper than therapy and tastes better than your Aunt Carol’s fruitcake.
Plus, it’s the only thing in your kitchen that makes you feel like a real adult. You didn’t just boil water; you “simmered a nutrient-dense elixir.” It’s practically witchcraft, but the kind that involves a slow cooker and zero chanting.
