I know that my friends said the pulled pork was amazing. I, on the other hand, am perhaps jaded from the ridiculousness of the whole matter.
The grocery store didn’t have any appropriate-looking pork, so I went to the butcher. The cashier at the butchery didn’t know what I was talking about. When I called to place my order I asked for a tenderloin. Instead I got loin chops, complete with 50 percent fat and the skin and bones, to boot!
I couldn’t trim the skin or fat easily before cooking, so I did that after slow cooking, at which point I was able to shred the remaining bits.
Next time I have to take a photo to the butcher or just stick to chicken the next time I have a pulled pork craving.