Toss Cabbage

Toss cabbage and these ingredients into the slow cooker for a dish that will have your guests craving more every time. Full recipe 👇 💬

This soup pairs beautifully with some crusty bread or a warm, buttery dinner roll. You might also enjoy it with a light side salad to add a fresh, crispy contrast to the savory, hearty soup.

 

And if you’re feeling particularly indulgent, sprinkle some shredded cheese on top just before serving for an extra layer of yum!

Unstuffed Cabbage Roll Soup
Servings: 6-8 servings

Ingredients
1 lb ground beef (or turkey for a lighter version)
1 small onion, diced
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 medium head of cabbage, chopped
2 carrots, sliced
3 cups beef broth
28 oz can diced tomatoes
15 oz can tomato sauce
1/2 cup uncooked long grain white rice
2 tbsp brown sugar
1 tbsp Worcestershire sauce
1 tsp paprika
1 tsp dried thyme
1 bay leaf
Salt and pepper to taste

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