Put raw cabbage wedges in a slow cooker with these 3 ingredients. It’ll wow you.

There’s something so comforting about a warm bowl of cabbage stew, especially when the weather starts to cool down here in the Midwest.
This Slow Cooker 4-Ingredient Cabbage Stew is one of those recipes that feels like a hug in a bowl. It’s incredibly simple to make, which is perfect for those busy workdays when you just want to come home to a ready-made meal.
The origins of this dish are rooted in the hearty, no-fuss cooking of our grandmothers, who knew how to make the most out of simple ingredients. You’ll love how this stew fills your home with a cozy aroma and your belly with warmth.
This cabbage stew is quite versatile and pairs beautifully with a slice of crusty bread or a warm biscuit to soak up all the delicious broth. You might also enjoy it with a side of mashed potatoes or a simple green salad to add a fresh contrast to the stew’s richness. If you’re feeling indulgent, a dollop of sour cream on top can add a creamy touch.
Slow Cooker 4-Ingredient Cabbage Stew
Servings: 4

Ingredients
1 small head of cabbage, cut into wedges
1 pound of smoked sausage, sliced
1 can (14.5 oz) of diced tomatoes
4 cups of chicken broth
Directions
Place the cabbage wedges in the bottom of your slow cooker.
Layer the sliced smoked sausage on top of the cabbage.
Pour the can of diced tomatoes over the sausage and cabbage.
Add the chicken broth, ensuring that the ingredients are mostly covered.
Cover and cook on low for 6-8 hours or on high for 3-4 hours, until the cabbage is tender.
Stir gently before serving to combine the flavors.

 

Variations & Tips
For a vegetarian version, you can swap the smoked sausage with a plant-based sausage or add a can of drained and rinsed beans for protein. If you like a bit of spice, consider adding a pinch of red pepper flakes or a dash of hot sauce. You can also experiment with different types of sausage, like kielbasa or andouille, to change up the flavor profile. For a thicker stew, add a couple of peeled and diced potatoes to the slow cooker.

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