"Get out of here, veggie lover! We don't serve your kind!"Instead, the butcher tells me he'll bring it out and disappears into the Back Room. I hear saws whirring. I am handed a glorious, glistening hunk of pork the size of my head. I place it in the passenger seat of my car and drive it home to meet its destiny.
"Trim excess fat from pork shoulder."Right. After a ten-minute wrestling match with the pork, it has surrendered a wad of fat about the size of my fist. The remaining fat is tucked away in impossible folds of pig meat. I give up.
The pork is in the slow cooker now, peppered and salted, sweating in a
little sauna of onion and chicken broth. In approximately four hours, it'll be
ready for a wheat bun, a little mayonnaise, and a lot of love.
2 comments:
Allison, next time ask your butcher to trim any fat, too! He'll be happy to. If he's not, find a new butcher. :D
Allison you're a witty writer!
-Kellie (from 12 Pine).
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