Put raw cabbage wedges in a slow cooker with these 3 ingredients. It’ll wow you.. Full recipe below 👇 💬

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.

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