Spicy pulled pork
I don’t think I’d ever actually had pulled pork until I cooked it the other day. But it’s one of those dishes that I just knew that I was going to like before I’d even tried it. Succulent pork that just falls apart and melts in the mouth. That’s me sold. And it was so worth it. Easy to prepare and it made so much pork that we were literally eating it all week.
My foray out to get the pork was a bit of an ordeal. I’ve cooked a couple of marinated pork dishes recently where we used cheap(ish) pork and it leached water out into the marinade massively and ended up being a bit on the tough and flavourless side. So I decided that Waitrose pork would be a good bet for this recipe. Now, for a long time I have eschewed the mammoth ordeal that is shopping with 2 toddlers in favour of internet shopping combined with brief forays into the village and trips to the farm shop. Although my Hugh Fearnley-whatshisface with the annoying floppy curly hair, middle class ‘oh, I want my children to know where their food comes from’ has well and truly bloody backfired. We’ve always taken them to farm shops. Now – with the benefit of that smug bitch ‘hindsight’ – I can see that maybe, just maybe, ‘look boys, look at the cute lambs/chickens/calves – aren’t they sweet – now let’s go and purchase their dead relatives to eat. Yum.’ may be a little off-putting to an over-thinking sensitive wimpy four year old. Since Christmas Corey has largely been refusing to eat meat. He asks endless questions about how the animal died, whether it has bones and bloods and generally looks like he wants to puke when meat is presented to him. Although his staunch vegetarian principles seem to be waived when chicken nuggets are on offer. Endless ‘meat is murder’ discussions with the young Morrissey are a little wearing and that combined with the fact that the last time I took them to the farm shop on my own we were attacked by some viscious bastard geese (Oh my god, it was so scary. I’d got Corey out of the car and was just getting Mitch out when the geese attacked us and I mean ATTACKED – Corey and I legged it round the other side of the car leaving Mitch in his car seat with the door of the car wide open and geese trying to peck his feet and every time I came round the car to try and kick the little feckers out of the way Corey got hysterical and I got pecked half to death. OK, not quite half to death – but they were eeeeeeevil. I screamed for help and a nonchalant farm yoof came and herded the geese off to another field. The geese were right smug about it. I don’t know if geese are renowned for their smug attitudes but they definitely were. Not so smug when they end up on someone’s Christmas dinner plate next year eh? Take that Goosey Gander)
Anyway – Geese and vegetarian issues and the fact that I needed wine and lots of it – it was a Friday – called for Waitrose. Frankly *middle class moment* any other supermarket where I have to wait a nano-second at the checkout with two feral miscreants is not an option for me. Husband assures me I may feel different when we are bankrupt. I have assured him that at that point I may move on to husband number 3. And I may or may not choose to have custody of the children.
Last time we went to Waitrose Mitch ate a packet of cheese off the shelf. Without removing any wrapping. Not even cheese we were buying. And Corey fell over into the organic bananas. I was not expecting great things from this trip. Though, I have to say, the little sods pleasantly surprised me. I gave Corey the job of ‘fetcher’ and Mitch was ‘scanner’ with the little gun thing. It did resemble a manic episode of Supermarket Sweep somewhat, my fruit and veg was hurled particularly enthusiastically into the trolley and Mitch may or may not have scanned some things once, twice, or not at all (is it shoplifting when a 2 year old does it? Is it? Is it? Soz, your Honour) but no cheese was harmed in the making of our shopping.
The fridges had all broken and the butcher fella had to disappear for 2 extended periods to find me some Pork – or just to get away from Corey asking ‘Why does that man have BLOOD on his pinny? Does he KILL animals?’ and eventually returned saying that they had no pork shoulder but (no doubt to get us out of his sight) he would do pork leg for the same price.
All that was a long winded way of saying that the recipe says to use Pork shoulder (or as the Americans I got the recipe from say ‘Pork Butt’ BUTT – HA HA HA HA HA *juvenile moment*) but I didn’t. I reckon you could use whatever large pork joint you can find though.
This recipe makes loads. Tonnes. Perhaps I should have cooked it when we had company. But it did make us 3 meals and a load of sarnies. Corey refused to eat it on dead flesh grounds and it blew Mitch’s mouth off – this is probably because the American recipe said 2 tablespoons of yellow mustard. So I dolloped 2 tablespoons of Colman’s mustard in. Then I remembered that American mustard is more that hot dog slightly yellow mayonnaisey tasting mustard ooops. Then I thought in for a penny, in for a pound, so I whacked in the picante paprika instead of the sweet too. So my version is SPICY. Even by my standards the sauce is HOT. We loved it – but if you don’t then use mild mustard and sweet paprika.
In buns with chips and slaw
Spicy slow cooker pulled pork
- 1 medium onion chopped
- 1/2 cup ketchup
- 1/3 cup cider vinegar
- 1/4 cup demerara sugar
- 1/4 cup tomato paste
- 2 tablespoons paprika (I used picante)
- 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sacue
- 2 tablespoons mustard (I used good old Colmans)
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 teaspoon pepper
- 4lb joint of pork (shoulder preferably)
I mixed up all of the ingredients and then coated the pork well in it and left it in the slow cooker dish in the fridge to marinade for 12 hours.
I then came home after a night out and tipsily (although I accept that this isn’t necessary for the recipe!) and put bowl in slow cooker and turned it on low.
Leave it on low for hours and hours and hours and hours – Mine probably cooked for about 12 hours. It’s done when you try and lift the pork out and it falls to pieces.
Take the pork out of the sauce and shred it using a couple of forks. I then spooned a couple of large spoons of the sauce over the pork to keep it moist.
I served this, as the American recipes I’d found suggested, in soft white rolls with the Smitten Kitchen Green slaw and some potato chips. (Crisps in our parlance, but I like using Americanisms as it well annoys my husband. Particularly when I say ‘nightstand’)
I kept the pork covered in the fridge – SEPERATE FROM THE SAUCE. I think it would go a bit mushy otherwise. The next day I took some to work with some brown rice and sweet corn and it was yum
The nicest way we had it though was as an enchilada – I spooned the pork into tortillas, wrapped them, ladelled the remaining sauce over them and topped with grated cheddar and baked in a hot oven for about 25 minutes. They were exceedingly delicious and I think the sauce was even nicer for having been in the fridge a few days.
Enchiladas with roasted veg
Spicy pulled pork enchiladas
Husband also enjoyed some sneaky pork sandwiches in between times too. We ate a lot of pork that week.
Enjoy!