I followed this recipe to a T and mine just didn't turn out tasting as good as I thought it would from the reviews. I had a feeling it was too easy to be really good. It just tasted overpoweringly like semisweet chocolate to me. I used Baker's chocolate and everything (I am loyal to the Baker brand). But I feel like I just wasted all the ingredients it on this recipe. I should have taken the time and extra effort to make a really good fudge instead of trying to take a shortcut with this recipe. It was a waste of both time and money, two things that are very precious at this time of year. I'm disappointed Baker's would put out a sub-par recipe. (But they still sell the best shredded coconut).

Reviewed On: Dec. 12, 2007

I'll never make this again. Two weeks ago my husbund called me at home to say he invited his boss to our house for supper that night. I franicked. I just picked my dauther up from school because she had pinkeye and to make matters worst, it was two days before my husbunds payday and we were out of meat with no money to by none either. I dug through the deep freeze and found some chicken and I checked the internet for a recipie. I was in the mood for tangy but I didn't want to fuss because I had to take my dauther to rite aids to pick up her subscription. This recipie sounded good to me and I just figured everyone else on here just gave it a bad rate because they messed it up. I dumped all the ingerdents in the crockpot and said a little prayer. At Rite aids, I picked up a box of white wine. When we came home, it smelled lemon-y and garlic-y. I boiled some minute rice and eggerly waited for my husbund and his boss to come home. When they came home, I had my dauther poor them some white wine. My husbund said she shouldnt because her eye was swolled up but I she washed her hands. After we all prayed, I started to ladle to Slow Cooker Garlic Chicken I over the minute rice I could tell it was going to be a disaster. My husbunds boss "Jeff" tried to hide his discust at overburdensome fragrants. My husbund wasn't speaking to me because he was mad about the wine thing. I could tell he was real mad. "Jeff" ate half and then exused himself for a call and said he had to leave. My da

Reviewed On: Dec. 11, 2007