Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

After spending the day soaking in his own juices like he was at some all-inclusive Mexican resort, it was finally time. I had plans. Big plans first a blog with videos.

I was going to film the shred. You know the one. The moment when you stick a spoon in, lift the bone, and it slides out clean like a magic trick. I had my phone ready and everything..,,Or so I thought. Turns out actually hitting record is a pretty important part of making a video.

I gently inserted the spoon, lifted the bone, and watched in amazement as it practically jumped out of Butthead on its own. It was glorious. Angels sang. Somewhere a mariachi band played. And I captured none of it. Like Bigfoot and my husband putting away laundry correctly, I have no proof. You’ll just have to trust me. And trust me…this beautiful pork ass delivered.

It’s juicy. It’s flavorful. It’s the kind of pork that makes you “sample” a little while shredding and accidentally eat enough for two tacos before dinner even starts. Street tacos? Incredible. Nachos? Outstanding. Breakfast burritos? Tomorrow’s problem Empanadas? Don’t threaten me with a good time.

Poor guy never saw the shred coming, but I think Butthead would be proud knowing his children will live on throughout Father’s Day weekend. Not bad for a pork butt with a dream.

I can’t even explain how good this pork is.