The food tasted pretty good, but felt more like a bunch of disparate ingredients than any sort of dish-type union. The broth was too weak -- probably I didn't do a good enough job of making the "chicken stock." The curry came through more in color than taste. The garlic was barely present. The hominy was good. Next time I want to aim for something less bland.
Still, I ate two bowls. It might get better in the fridge. And it made the apartment smell good, which is probably the ultimate goal of Crock-Pot cooking.