I’ve been trying out some slow cooker recipes lately. This Creamy Chicken Casserole sounded okay – vegetables, stuffing, chicken. Nothing great, but certainly it had the makings of an easy, tasty dinner. And it looks decent, right?
So, last night I followed the ingredients and instructions to the letter. Took a quick peak now and again. Looked okay. Smelled okay.
The buzzer went off and I lifted the lid.
At first glance, I knew right away I needed a back-up for my kids. I mean, does this look anything like the picture from the magazine above? Does it even look edible?
Then I took a bite.
It tasted like dirt.
It was so bad, that I immediately had to eat one of these (made earlier in the day) to wash away the insipid flavor. Had they not been within reach, I probably would have settled for a mouth full of soap.
Out of pure guilt and not wanting to waste food (although I don’t even think anyone in a third world country would have eaten this), I placed it all in a Tupperware container (for later?)…at which point, I swear, the plastic wilted. If it could have spoken, I’m certain it would have said something like, “heeelp meee. I’m dyiiing.”
This morning, Paul suggested I let Ebi and Ginger take a stab at it. Surely, they would eat it.
NOT. A. CHANCE. They actually appeared insulted that I would pass something so vile onto them. And I have Beagles – they’ll eat anything!
It was finally put to rest. And I’m sure my garbage can had the same reaction as the Tupperware.
Still unclear about how dreadful this was?
Several years ago, we went to a dinner party. The main course was fairly decent, but the dessert was another story. It resembled mucus with a blue hue. Paul thought it smelled like ammonia. I thought it tasted like an entire box of baking powder. Absolutely horrific. The worst food I have ever eaten.
This dish? Ranks as #2.