I used to live in the next town over (I apparently also drove a horse and buggy, used an outhouse, and had never seen an electrical outlet based on that statement) before we got married, bought a house, had a bambino, and became adults, well responsible ones anyway.
This fabulous BBQ place showed up like 2 weeks before we moved. You probably have one near you, Dickey's. I say fabulous, but it had a drive thru. You decide. Anyway they have these loaded baked potatoes that end up being the size of your head. I think I ate them 7 times before we moved. Truth.
Imagine this. Meat, cheese, butter, ranch, BBQ sauce, more butter, and maybe a chive to two atop a giant baked potato. Count me in. So what do I do? Well create my own.....two years later! See, I get around to things. Priorities people.
Here's what is fun about mine. You bake your potatoes in the crock pot. CROCK POT people!! I bet that thing could fly me to the moon. The last 30 minutes of your tater time, throw the chicken into the oven to stew away in a gallon of BBQ sauce. Done.
