The Finale

I somehow reached the end of the pork shoulder. It put up a valiant effort, but in the end, it was no match for my knife and a total of 32 hours in a slow cooker.

Halloween always meant a number of things growing up:

• Candy,
• Costumes,
• Steady rain for the next nine months,
• Football TV broadcasts highlighting all the fans wearing costumes, and
• Chili!

All good things (except that rain one), but only one pairs well with 2+ pounds of pork shoulder. What I'm trying to get at here is that I made chili. Lots. Lots of Halloween Chili.

I didn't wrap the last piece of shoulder in the spice rub overnight before cooking it. Can't say why exactly. Just didn't feel like it, or I forgot, or I wanted to do something different than the previous two hunks-o-pork.

After cooking the pork, I shredded the meaty goodness, and added in the veggies for another eight hour beauty nap.

After chanting the magic words... Halloween Chili.

It was scary good... or maybe even spooktacular...ok, negative points awarded for Halloween puns. But the chili was still full of win. And pork. And more win. But mostly pork.

Hooray for October being National Pork Month. That was awesome and delicious. I think next month is going to be National Anything-But-Pork Month. 

--Isaac