There were so many wonderful things to come out of the epic road trip that GrubsterGirl (now Mrs Grubster) and I undertook four years ago. One of them was the discovery of pulled pork.
Now, you're probably laughing at that – how could he never have had pulled pork until 2010? - but I swear that one in London had really heard of pulled pork back then. It certainly wasn't the massive, omnipresent, pervasive food that it is today. Sure, a few venues had popped up serving the stuff – Bodean's comes to mind – but it was much less of a thing then that it is now. Indeed, other than a few specialist places, like Pitt Cue Co., the Deep South BBQ experience hadn’t really hit Britain's mainstream food scene then.
It was in a roadside diner that we first tasted it. We were on the road between Death Valley and Las Vegas and we were getting hungry. So we pulled in at the first place we saw that wasn't a MacDonalds / Burger King / Subway. There were a lot of Harley Davidsons parked up outside, and I began to feel good about this place – clearly, this was classic Americana. We wandered into the bar which was thick with cigarette smoke and busy with Hell's Angels. We decided to eat outside instead. Little did we realise then that we had stumbled into the infamous Mountain Springs Saloon – a regular biker haunt.
So we ordered up the special of the day: pulled pork buns, slathered in BBQ sauce, and a cream soda each.
It. Was. Incredible.
Seriously, best pulled pork I've ever had.
The below recipe bears no relation to that – indeed, it's barely even proper pulled pork as it's simmered in the oven not smoked on the grill. But I don’t have a 6 foot long smoker, or even a garden to put one in, so this is really the best I can manage. It also tastes pretty decent too.
I used a dry rub to season the meat first. Rubs are another Deep South thing – basically, you take dry herbs and spices and rub it into the meat, leaving it overnight as a dry marinade. It's well worth the effort. This recipe makes about twice the amount you need, but that's ok because it can be stored in an airtight container for ages. If you're barbequing cheap meat over the summer a really good idea would be to apply the rub the night before (although a mere hour marinade will make all the difference) and let it wallow. That way your meat will taste all the better when it comes off the grill.
Dr Pepper is a Texan drink. Most people don’t know that, but if you ever go to Texas they won't let you forget it. In a town in Texas called Shiner I remember being asked by a young Texan if we had Dr Pepper in the UK. She was surprised that we did. It's a Texan drink, ya see. I've used it here, instead of the more usual Coca Cola, to try to capture a little bit more of that taste of the South. Surprisingly, it worked pretty well. I also threw some bourbon in, an additional tip of the Stetson hat to the South. I used Jack Daniels* because I had it kicking about in large quantities, but you could really go with anything.
Ingredients:
For the dry rub -
100g soft dark brown sugar
50g smoked paprika
30g ground chipotle (stick 30g work to chipotle peppers in a spice / coffee grinder, or just use regular chilli / cayenne powder)
20g granulated onion
20g granulated garlic
20g sea salt
20g black pepper
20g ground cumin
20g mustard powder
For the pork shoulder –
Half a shoulder of pork, bone in
2 large white onions
4-6 garlic cloves
1l Dr Pepper
50ml Bourbon
1 jar chipotle paste (c. 90g)
½ a lemon (or the juice thereof)
1 bottle BBQ sauce
Soft white rolls (to serve)
This takes a little bit of time. OK, it takes a lot of time – a couple of days if you're doing it properly - but it's totally worth it. Just hang on in there.
1. Start by making the rub. Basically, put all the ingredients in a large mixing bowl and stir until completely combined. There's no particular magic to it.
2. Prepare the meat. Trim off any rind as much of the surface fat as you can. Trust me on this – your joint ought to be a particularly fatty piece of meat, you don’t need any more than is already in there. You are going to end up with a fatty dish regardless, I'm just trying to slim down the quantity of it (you'll thank me later – namely at step 5).
When trimmed, take handfuls of the rub and liberally (and literally) rub it into the meat. Make sure to get it into all the nooks and crannies, underneath and folds in the meat, in between the joins of the muscle and bone, and really get it lodged in the grain. Then wrap it all up in cling film and stick it in the fridge overnight.
3. The next day get the meat out and let it come up to room temperature. Pre-heat your oven to 150ÂșC whilst you're waiting. You'll see that much of the rub as sort of 'soaked in'.
4. Top and tail and peel the onions, then cut them into eight parts before throwing them into the bottom of a large, cast iron casserole dish (or the nearest equivalent you can muster). Bash the cloves and stick them in the dish – no need to bother with any fiddly peeling, you'll not be eating these, just tasting them.
Unwrap the joint and place this on top of the onions.
Empty the jar of chipotle paste into pan and pour in the bourbon. Now add the Dr Pepper, pouring so it comes about three-quarters of the way up the pan. Put the lid on and stick it in the oven. It needs at least 6 hours, but I actually did mine overnight. It needs to be turned a couple of times during the process, however, so overnight won’t necessarily work for you. It's done when you can flake the meat away from the joint with a fork.
(Turn one...)
(Turn two... See how the sauce has reduced a little and gone a bit darker.)
5. When done, remove the joint from the liquid, but strain and keep the liquid. Allow the pork to cool down and dry out a little, then strip the meat from the bones, being careful to discard any cartilage, small bones or fragments, and excess fat. You'll probably now see why I told you to remove as much fat as possible. This is a greasy joint, and the cooled, congealed fat is grim.
Shred, or 'pull', the pork to the kind of size you want to be eating it.
6. Cool the cooking liquid, ideally overnight, or at least a couple of hours, in the fridge. You'll see a lot of the fat rises up to the top and solidifies. Skim this off. Then reintroduce it to the pan, add the lemon juice, and reduce by one third / half.
7. To serve, douse the pulled pork in the reduced cooking liquid then stick it in a soft bun with loads of BBQ sauce and some pickles in you have to hand. Wolf down.
- GrubsterBoy -
* Yes, I know, it's not bourbon it's Tennessee Whiskey, yada yada yada... Whatevs.
Tuesday 14 October 2014
Monday 6 October 2014
Strawberry Daiquiri
It's London Cocktail Week. So this week I'll be bringing you a cocktail recipe.
A little while ago I was asked if the blog was an outpouring for a deeply held campness. I'm not sure it is (or that any campness is that deeply held) but if there was ever a post to put this into context, this will be it: the campest drink ever, the strawberry daiquiri.
To be honest, the noble daiquiri deserves better than this. Much, much better. It deserves a kind of respect that mixing it with all kinds of weird fruit. But I had some strawberries left over from something else and wanted them to go in a drink. So here it is.
Ingredients:
2-3 barspoons (is this the same as a teaspoon?) caster sugar
50g ripe strawberries
Juice of half a lime
50ml golden rum
50g ripe strawberries
Juice of half a lime
50ml golden rum
Start by hulling and quartering your strawberries. Sprinkle one barspoon of sugar over them and leave them in the fridge for a few hours to macerate. When they're ready, get them out and blitz in the food processor. Strain the liquid through a sieve, using a wooden (not metal) spoon to force the juice out without the seeds.
Put one to two barspoons of sugar (depending how sweet you like your drinks and remembering that you'll have extra sweetness from the strawberries) into a shaker and add the lime juice together with a barspoon of water from the tap. Stir until the sugar has dissolved. Add the rum and 50ml of the strawberry juice. Fill the shaker up with ice and shake like crazy until properly dissolved. Strain into a martini glass and serve, preferably with a pretentious slice of strawberry.
I think you're meant to drink this with your pinky finger sticking out.
- GrubsterBoy -
Friday 3 October 2014
Stag Part 3: The Boisdale of Belgravia
As is the way with most stag do's, it was all meant to be a big surprise. And by and large it was. However, inevitably, but the end of the day I knew where we were having supper, given that a few of the chaps had rather indiscreetly (read 'dumbly') given the game away – you know, comments like "well, after that lunch I'm not sure I'll be able to fit anything in at Boisdales!" (Ben M) or "Have you been to Boisdales before?" (Toby). Nothing too obvious.
Actually, I jest. The game wasn't given away at all – not because I didn’t hear them, or chose to put it of my mind, but instead because I simply had never heard of Boisdale.
Given several different menu options, the best men and I opted to go for the only really fitting dishes for a stag do: steak followed by steak (tartare and rump, that is).
The tartare came as one would expect it to, served up with the classic melba toasts and the even more classic accompaniment of accoutrements. I doused mine in Worcestershire sauce and green Tabasco.
Others tried the gravlax, which was served up in an epic, plate covering portion, and which was nicely kept company with a classic dill sauce. Keeping it old school.
A couple of boys went for the pork cutlet, which I gather was very good. It was served up with something described as Moroccan haggis and prune stuffing (Boisdale, by the way, has a seriously Scottish bent – all the better given its chef's predilection for rich, dark and satisfying dishes) and a truffle sauce.
I understand someone ordered the cod. I understand this because I head him say express his disappointment when his neighbour was served the infinitely more stag-esque steaks. I, however, saw not (nor photographed) the fish. So, sorry, no reports.
I had the steak. Of course I had the steak. Most of us had the steak. And it was good. Megayums.
And for pud I finished up with a chocolate torte, honeycomb ice cream and almond brittle. It was pretty damn tasty.
What was good was the fantastic gang of friends
that I spent the day with. We had a
great time together, and it was such a wonderful send off for me. Massive thanks goes to Greg who put it
together – a finer stag do I could not have imagined. Also big thanks to James, the other best man,
and Christian for putting me to bed (by 3am I really, really needed help…).
What a night to remember.
- GrubsterBoy -
Actually, I jest. The game wasn't given away at all – not because I didn’t hear them, or chose to put it of my mind, but instead because I simply had never heard of Boisdale.
It's a fantastic
place. What Greg the Best Man had been
looking for was a private dining room able to seat the whole gang, serving
proper red wine and even redder meat and with a terrace to enjoy a post-supper
cigar. Boisdale of Belgravia ticked each
and every box. It's fantastically old
school – silverware, waistcoated waiters, jazz in the later evenings, the whole
shebang. It was perfect.
Given several different menu options, the best men and I opted to go for the only really fitting dishes for a stag do: steak followed by steak (tartare and rump, that is).
The tartare came as one would expect it to, served up with the classic melba toasts and the even more classic accompaniment of accoutrements. I doused mine in Worcestershire sauce and green Tabasco.
But I gather there were
other options available, if you can’t handle your red meat. Some even went for a (very good looking)
salad of endives and girolles with parmesan and porcini dressing.
Others tried the gravlax, which was served up in an epic, plate covering portion, and which was nicely kept company with a classic dill sauce. Keeping it old school.
A couple of boys went for the pork cutlet, which I gather was very good. It was served up with something described as Moroccan haggis and prune stuffing (Boisdale, by the way, has a seriously Scottish bent – all the better given its chef's predilection for rich, dark and satisfying dishes) and a truffle sauce.
I understand someone ordered the cod. I understand this because I head him say express his disappointment when his neighbour was served the infinitely more stag-esque steaks. I, however, saw not (nor photographed) the fish. So, sorry, no reports.
I had the steak. Of course I had the steak. Most of us had the steak. And it was good. Megayums.
And for pud I finished up with a chocolate torte, honeycomb ice cream and almond brittle. It was pretty damn tasty.
I am afraid that, by
this stage, I was pretty pissed (hey, it was my stag, ok?) though, so I couldn’t
be bothered to photograph or report on the other puddings. I'm sure they were good.
What a night to remember.
- GrubsterBoy -
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