In the manner of the conspiracy of silence about the pain and challenge and indignity of childrearing, I feel culpable for being part of the conspiracy of not admitting the slow cooking learning curve/disaster tally.
I lurveee my slow cooker; wouldn't be without it, have 2 (...same applies to my DC) - and will always wade in to a slow cooking thread.
But for the record, to reassure other starter-slowcooks that their experience is normal, here are my most woeful misfires.
- Slow cooking chicken breast all day. It murders it. Texture of shoe leather.
- I learnt that yogurt separates when heated. Lumpy curry anyone?
- Cabbage raises an unholy stink in the house. Not the welcome-home smell I had in mind!
- Pasta becomes mutant monster pasta, sucking up all the liquid around it and growing to ten times it's normal size.
- Beef stew. I can do it now, but for reasons I still don't understand, my first one end up with the chunks of beef having the size, shape and consistency of marbles.
This thread is open for confession!