This past weekend, in exchange for Julia's blood, sweat, and tears (mostly sweat to be honest...) John churned up another slow-cooked pulled pork recipe. This was a new recipe he found online, and once he finished cooking it, he proclaimed that it was "Far superior to every other recipe we've tried." This was confirmed after we devoured every last morsel, first for dinner and then again as lunch, in the form of pulled pork sandwiches on toasted sesame rolls with red cabbage salad as a slaw. This was ludicrous. There is no better way to say it. It was the perfect balance of tart and sweet (vinegar vs. brown sugar and molasses) the perfect balance of crunchy and chewy (crisp red cabbage vs. tender melt-in-your-mouth meat) and the perfect balance of healthy and guilty (lying... pretty sure this is all bad for you.)
An ongoing blog following a young married couple as they renovate their railroad apartment in Brooklyn, New York and a crazy falling down farmhouse up in the Catskills. Both husband and wife work full-time jobs each day, so almost all of their projects will be squeezed into any free second each night and every weekend. Hence the name: After-Dinner Design, though come to think of it, maybe we should change it to "So Tired Design"...)
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Even slower, even more cooked pulled pork.
I was originally considering seeking a new job working for a company that manufacturers slow-cookers. I was sure that once the people at Cuisinart or KitchenAid read my rave reviews and lengthy testimonials, they would see that I would be an indisputably valuable addition to their staff, and they'd hire me on the spot. I'd get to loads of slow cooking, and hopefully be plied with free appliances in lieu of payment. However, while doing a google-image search for Cuisinart Slow-Cookers, I discovered the image above, actually from their website. I realized, dreams dashed, that I am not the domesticated lass Cuisinart is seeking, nor does John resemble the mindless fellow supposedly helping her cook. I mean seriously-- doesn't that picture look like it's from Betty Crocker's Cookbook, circa 1956? Oh well... I guess I'll just have to keep my day job. : )
This past weekend, in exchange for Julia's blood, sweat, and tears (mostly sweat to be honest...) John churned up another slow-cooked pulled pork recipe. This was a new recipe he found online, and once he finished cooking it, he proclaimed that it was "Far superior to every other recipe we've tried." This was confirmed after we devoured every last morsel, first for dinner and then again as lunch, in the form of pulled pork sandwiches on toasted sesame rolls with red cabbage salad as a slaw. This was ludicrous. There is no better way to say it. It was the perfect balance of tart and sweet (vinegar vs. brown sugar and molasses) the perfect balance of crunchy and chewy (crisp red cabbage vs. tender melt-in-your-mouth meat) and the perfect balance of healthy and guilty (lying... pretty sure this is all bad for you.)
This past weekend, in exchange for Julia's blood, sweat, and tears (mostly sweat to be honest...) John churned up another slow-cooked pulled pork recipe. This was a new recipe he found online, and once he finished cooking it, he proclaimed that it was "Far superior to every other recipe we've tried." This was confirmed after we devoured every last morsel, first for dinner and then again as lunch, in the form of pulled pork sandwiches on toasted sesame rolls with red cabbage salad as a slaw. This was ludicrous. There is no better way to say it. It was the perfect balance of tart and sweet (vinegar vs. brown sugar and molasses) the perfect balance of crunchy and chewy (crisp red cabbage vs. tender melt-in-your-mouth meat) and the perfect balance of healthy and guilty (lying... pretty sure this is all bad for you.)
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