We’ve already covered that I’m vain. I’m also lazy. So lazy, in fact, that even when I am home all day, I cannot bring myself to make something that requires more effort than throwing a bunch of shit into my crockpot. That’s why this pin appealed to me, despite the unappetizing photography.
The real recipe called for chicken and a can of evaporated milk, neither of which I had. I did happen to have ground beef and a can of enchilada sauce, though. I should tell you that when I decide to make a recipe with my own modifications because I think I’m smarter than the recipe, things tend to go badly. The cornbread melts off the corndogs. The cake never rises. The fudge has to be scraped from the bottom of the pan directly into the garbage can. But I’m a brave soul, so I held my breath and gave it a try.
When dinner time rolled around, the house smelled somewhat appetizing, which was definitely more than I was expecting. The dished out concoction was ugly, but then, so was the original pin.
As you can see, mine looks slightly less like cat vomit and slightly more like cow crap. Maybe the trick to this whole pin testing thing is only to test pins that already look awful. Then my awful isn’t worse– just different.
As far as the taste, my fellow taster and I declared it “not terrible,” which, while it’s not a ringing endorsement by any stretch, is certainly not the worst food review I’ve ever gotten. Most days I aspire to “not terrible.” So I’ll take it.