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 legendary shred. You know the one. The moment when you stick a spoon in, lift the bone, and it slides out clean like a pork 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.

At one point I looked around and realized everyone had gone silent. No conversation. No phones. Just the sound of people stuffing their faces and making those little happy noises that tell you dinner was a success. As a cook, that’s about as good as it gets.

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.