Without further ado, the overdue Q-View:
And Now, The Smoked Butt Wrap-Up:
The Q shown above was magical. Unctuous, lip-smacking, as close to a religious experience as this poor soul is likely to ever see. $25 of meat, a few bucks worth of wood chips, a few feet of aluminum foil and my blessed MES made this possible.
The pulling at first was glorious. Then, it was tedious. Then it had the flavor of death march written all over it. "When will I be DONE with this??!?"
The Boss and the kids laugh as they pound down platefuls of my creation. I feel I've somehow been press-ganged onto a ship headed across the open ocean, and the only way to get there is to use two forks in a never-ending cross-tearing action. So, I now eyeball the kids, mentally counting the years before they'll be big enough to set in front of one of these butts and be made to toil at pulling it with forks...
At long last, the pulling was done, and the vinegar finishing sauce (linked earlier in this post) turned out to be the clincher. Made the pulled pork sing, and seemed to make it disappear into my mouth even that much faster. Delicious and easy!
The second butt was also a success, albeit two hours later. I went ahead and stuck that butt in the cooler, wrapped in towel, for two hours (I needed the rest, dammit). After the timer roused me from my reverie, I retrieved the clearly larger hunk of meat and unwrapped it.
Still piping hot, this second butt pulled even more dreamily than the first. The Boss and the kids were already in bed, but and iPod with loud music is enough to keep anybody working, apparently. After what seemed to be an eternity (I remarked to The Boss that pulling pork is probably what I'll have to do in Purgatory. I won't be able to eat it, just smell it while I'm snikt-snikt with the damn forks), I finally filled two very large stock pots with shredded pork goodness.
I clearly will be eating this pulled pork for the next week, at least.
Pulled pork hash for breakfast, anyone?
Thanks to everyone on SMF who lent their advice and an encouraging attaboy now and then! Off to bed, perchance to dream, hopefully not about pulling pork.