March. Spring is trying. The crocuses are pushing through. The temperature cracked forty-five. The city is shaking off winter the way a dog shakes off water — vigorously, incompletely, with residual dampness. I grilled for the first time since November. Burgers. The Weber and I have been apart for four months, and the reunion was everything: the click of the lighter, the hiss of the charcoal, the smoke rising from the balcony like a signal. I am back. The grill is back. Spring is here.
Brianna has ten regular clients. Ten. The salon chair was the inflection point — since she set it up in the kitchen, her client base has doubled. She is earning five to six hundred a week, which combined with my check puts us in the most comfortable financial position we have been in since I started at Chrysler. The credit card debt is down to eighteen hundred dollars. The cosmetology school fund is at two thousand. The math is working. For the first time in three years, the math is working without overtime as the sole solution.
Aiden's preschool had a spring concert. He sang "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" with his class, standing on a riser in the gym, wearing a clip-on tie (lasted twelve minutes this time, an improvement), and I recorded the whole thing on my phone, zoomed in on his face, which was concentrated and serious and slightly off-key and the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Zaria is sixteen months and has developed a vocabulary of about thirty words, all of them commands: "Up." "Down." "More." "No." "Cook." "Eat." "Dada." "Mama." "Zee." "No no no." She is a commander issuing directives, and we are her army, complying with varying levels of success. She runs the household. She always has. We are just now acknowledging it.
Sunday dinner was Mama's jambalaya. The taste of Louisiana, of migration, of women who carried recipes like heirlooms across state lines and planted them in Detroit kitchens. I ate two bowls and thought about the next year: Brianna in cosmetology school, Aiden in preschool, Zaria growing, me cooking and working and coaching and being present. The next year looks hard and good. Hard and good might be the best combination available. I will take it.
Sunday’s jambalaya wasn’t just dinner — it was a reminder that the women who raised us were carrying something forward every time they stood over a pot. This slow-cooker version lets you get the same deep, smoky Louisiana flavor without standing at the stove all afternoon, which matters when you’ve got a sixteen-month-old issuing commands from across the kitchen and a four-year-old still buzzing from his concert debut. It’s the kind of meal that tastes like migration and memory, and it feeds a family that’s finally, finally, getting its footing.
Slow-Cooker Jambalaya Risotto
Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 4 hrs | Total Time: 4 hrs 20 min | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 lb andouille sausage, sliced into 1/2-inch rounds
- 1 lb boneless, skinless chicken thighs, cut into 1-inch pieces
- 1/2 lb medium shrimp, peeled and deveined (added in last 30 minutes)
- 1 1/2 cups Arborio rice
- 1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes, undrained
- 3 cups chicken broth, low sodium
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 1 green bell pepper, diced
- 3 stalks celery, diced
- 4 cloves garlic, minced
- 2 tsp Cajun seasoning
- 1 tsp smoked paprika
- 1/2 tsp dried thyme
- 1/2 tsp dried oregano
- 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper (or to taste)
- 1 tbsp olive oil
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- 2 green onions, sliced, for garnish
- Fresh parsley, chopped, for garnish
Instructions
- Brown the sausage. Heat olive oil in a skillet over medium-high heat. Add andouille sausage and cook 3–4 minutes until lightly browned on both sides. Transfer to the slow cooker.
- Build the base. Add chicken pieces, diced tomatoes, chicken broth, onion, bell pepper, celery, garlic, Cajun seasoning, smoked paprika, thyme, oregano, and cayenne to the slow cooker. Stir to combine.
- Slow cook. Cover and cook on LOW for 3 hours, or on HIGH for 1 hour 45 minutes, until chicken is cooked through and vegetables are tender.
- Add the rice. Stir in the Arborio rice, making sure it is submerged in the liquid. Cover and continue cooking on LOW for 45–60 minutes, stirring once halfway through, until rice is tender and creamy.
- Add the shrimp. In the last 25–30 minutes of cooking, stir in the shrimp. Cover and cook until shrimp are pink and just cooked through.
- Season and serve. Taste and adjust salt, pepper, and Cajun seasoning as needed. Ladle into bowls and top with sliced green onions and fresh parsley.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 480 | Protein: 38g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 42g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 890mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 154 of DeShawn’s 30-year story
· Detroit, Michigan
DeShawn is a thirty-six-year-old single dad, auto plant worker, and a man who didn't learn to cook until his wife left and his five-year-old asked, "Daddy, can you cook something?" He called his mama, who came over with two bags of groceries and spent six months teaching him the basics. Now he's the dad at the cookout who brings the ribs, the guy at the plant whose leftover gumbo starts fights, and living proof that it's never too late to learn.