I found a recipe the other day for slow-cooker ratatouille
that comes out properly thick and not like soup.
Because I like ratatouille†, I made it for supper last night, and it came out just right and was delicious.
So of course, I'm the only person in the house who really liked it, which doesn't make it a contender for the regular-rotation list. Maybe the Fridays-in-Lent list, though. (I've got a number of veggie recipes on there, since I kind of agree with the guy who commented that given the price of seafood these days, fish for Lent was less of a fast and more of an indulgence.)
†When I first left Texas and came north to Philadelphia for graduate school, I spent my first night there at the house of the rector of the Episcopal church on campus -- I knew absolutely no one in Philly at that point, so in a fit of desperation I'd written to the campus Episcopal chaplain, who was at least a co-religionist, asking for advice on where to stay -- and the rector's wife made ratatouille for dinner, and it was the first time I'd ever had it. So ever since, the dish is associated in my mind with travel and adventure and kindness and new beginnings.