Although I grew up in the South, I am embarrassed to admit that I was a about 13 or 14 before I had my first taste of pulled pork. I was with my friends, hanging out at the beach (DeBordieu, South Carolina) when my friend's family brought in a big ol' side of pig. Holy moly! I couldn't believe how amazing it was. So peppery and vinegary. So incredible. I swore that if I were on my death bed, this was the only thing I'd order. Although I make no claim in duplicating that barbecue, I think this barbecue is pretty damn good. And who knew it could be so easy? I made it to take to a Jennifer's house for the superbowl tonight. (Um. I't obviously not Superbowl time. A forgotten post.) Julianne brought coleslaw. Mmm . . . it was so yummy!
