A couple days ago I decided to accept the challenge of the 8 lb. pork picnic. I do not have a smoker, and it did not fit in the crock pot. I was in a mood where I had no patience for recipes. This is what I did:
-Seared the pork in a big cast iron skillet. Took it out and put it in a roasting pan.
-In the skillet I sauteed onions, garlic and green apples. Then added apple cider vinegar, dry mustard, hot sauce and spices. And beer, just because. My worry was the pork would dry out, so more liquid the better.
-Poured mixture on top of pork, covered in foil and cooked it on low heat over an interrupted period of two days.
-Once cooked, I sliced the pork, chopped it and threw it in some simmering apple cider vinegar, red pepper and spices.
YUM. SOOOO good. I also made a cole slaw to top off the pulled pork sandwiches, and made homemade baked beans with special organic pretty SF farmer's market beans. It was all pretty darn good.
The next day, yesterday, Gabe came home for lunch and I got ready to make him a sandwich. The pork wasn't in the space I cleared in the fridge for it. Slowly, like in a nightmare, I opened the oven. Nooooo!!! I left it in there overnight, cold, developing all sorts of communicable disease. I had only imagined putting it back in the fridge. 8 lbs. of wonderful cooking. It's sad.