Balls and Walnuts
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First day of work
Can I possibly express the delight I find in waking up at a reasonable hour (7 AM), driving a mere 15 minutes to get into the office, and finishing work with enough time to spare that I was able to shop for groceries, put in 60 minutes on the elliptical trainer, make dinner, and eat it — all by 7 PM?
It’s as if I had tunneled into an alternate universe where people work like 19th Century factory drones, 18 hours a day or whatever, with only enough time to catch a little sleep before it starts all over again . . . and now I’ve tunneled back into the civilized 21st Century. That long commute was evil.
And if all that weren’t awesome enough, I found a decent barbecue joint at lunch today. Melt-in-your-mouth pulled pork: why haven’t I ever managed to make pulled pork that tender?
D.
Pulled pork has to be cooked in a smoker, low and slow. Every time I’ve made it it has been good. You want a fatty cut of shoulder. The rub doesn’t seem to matter much with pulled pork, but something with a lot of sugar seems to make the meat more moist.
My last one was between 7 and 8 hours and it was wonderful. Oh, and I really like mine with a Carolinas-style mustard sauce.
So that’s my problem . . . I thought I could make it in a crock pot!
You’ve discovered the key to happiness! Do something awful for a while to reset your baseline and then stop. Aaaaahhh! That’s better.
Snarkiness aside, I’m glad that some of the things you thought would be improvements are indeed improvements. Hope that it just gets better!
Many years ago, I saw some sort of documentary — on 60 Minutes, perhaps — about how the English liked to take holidays wherein they were abused in various ways. I’ve never heard anything about that ever since, so I’ve often wondered if THAT program was b.s. or real. In any event, the concept is quite sound.
Pulled pork sandwich. YUMMY!