My neighbors knocked on my door just to ask what smelled so good. 4 ingredients for a juicy roast that falls apart with a fork.

This slow cooker 4-ingredient apple cider pork roast is the kind of recipe that makes your whole house smell like fall in the best possible way. The first time I made it, my neighbor actually knocked on the door just to ask what was in my slow cooker because the aroma of apples, warm spices, and roasting pork had drifted out onto the sidewalk. It’s a true “set it and forget it” dinner: just pork, apple cider, apples, and a little brown sugar. The cider slowly bathes the roast all day, leaving it so tender it falls apart with a fork and develops a glossy, sticky glaze once you finish it on a sheet pan. It’s perfect for busy weeknights, Sunday dinners, or anytime you want something cozy without a lot of effort or ingredients.
Serve this apple cider pork roast piled onto a platter or right from the foil-lined baking sheet, spooning the soft stewed apples and amber pan juices over the top. It’s especially good with creamy mashed potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, or buttered egg noodles to soak up all the sauce. Add a simple green side like sautéed green beans, roasted Brussels sprouts, or a crisp salad with a tangy vinaigrette to balance the sweetness. Leftovers are fantastic tucked into toasted rolls with a little mustard or slaw for easy sandwiches the next day.

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