Readers and Eaters,
I porked the shit out of my weekend, or rather it porked the shit out of me.
Ladies and Gentlemeat... I lost my crock pot virginity.
It was just as I had always imagined it would be. I had succulent and saucy pork shoulder slowing marinating for almost all of saturday. The end result: three foodgasms, a large mess, and a feeling of self satisfaction that I would imagine is comparable to winning a nobel prize.
I am now off to join the crock pot cult. Come join me. Drink the Meat-aid
Goodbye my minions, I'm off to meat my maker.
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