I’m not one to question things that follow the phrase, “One pinner said…” on Pinterest captions. Well, ok, I am. But one pinner said this chicken is the BEST. DAMN. CROCKPOT. CHICKEN. EVER.
Is my skepticism showing? Oopsie.
But I gave it a go, because I am me.
And also because, hey, I had to cook dinner anyway, and any dinner whose main ingredient is beer I can usually get on board with. Also, I used the good shit in here. This is local brewery Natty Greene’s Buckshot Amber Ale. I ain’t no beer slouch. (Craft slouch, yes. Cooking slouch, likely. Beer slouch, no.)
Anyway, as with most crockpot adventures, I had to smell this cooking all day and was practically starving to death from the delicious aromas by the time I could actually sit down to eat it. So I may have been suffering from a case of really high expectations, my hunger being combined with the “another pinner said” praise.
The result? Well… I’m going to try not to be too harsh here. The chicken was tender, and didn’t taste bad. But I was expecting explosions of awesome, and I kind of just got whimpers of mediocrity. I’m not dissing mediocrity, really. I’ve lived there most of my life– that is, when I wasn’t visiting utter and complete failure. But I had set myself up for deliciousness beyond compare, and this just… wasn’t. It wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t greatness.
Also, I’m pretty sure the picture from the blog is stock photography. Just sayin’.