I was excited to find it at first. Visions of a spectacular dinner ensued. I brought my newfound dinner solution home, only to realize that I had made a very bad decision. Upon opening, I expected the fragrance of roasted garlic to fill my kitchen. Instead, it was filled with the smell of the garlic someone dug out of a rancid produce cooler mixed with what I can only presume was prison toilet wine. Being the daredevil that I am, I proceeded, hoping the end result would smell better. I immediately regretted this upon completion. I figured since I had wasted the chicken I might as well taste it. Big mistake. It tasted like shredded paper mixed with discount wallpaper paste. The entire pot went into the trash. Never again. I haven't been this disappointed since I found out what hot dogs are made of.