Oh, Pinterest.
How would I feed my picky child without you? How did families ever eat before
your arrival? Once again, you have provided me with a recipe that even Quinn
likes, and for that, I love you.
Pinterest,
if you were a person, I would kiss you on the mouth. It would be awkward and there
would be that weird pause when neither of us knew what to say and we might not
talk for a couple weeks afterward. But then we’d pretend it never happened, and
I would resume my addiction to pinning every pretty/funny/yummy thing I see.
Speaking of yummy, I found this recipe for slow-cooked barbecue pulled pork.
Again, it meets all of my criteria:
super easy, non-weird, and high potential for approval by picky eaters.
I love any excuse to whip out the crock pot and slow cook some
deliciousness. This is by far the easiest recipe I’ve ever attempted. You only
need three ingredients: a pork tenderloin, root beer and barbecue sauce. I made
a few small modifications to the recipe, but it’s still just as easy.
Directions:
Plop a pork tenderloin into the
crock pot.
Dump your favorite root beer all
over it. (I like A&W because it’s sweet.) If you have a small crock pot,
twelve ounces should be enough, but if you have a gigantic crock pot like I do,
I recommend twenty-four ounces. The pork doesn’t need to be totally covered,
but you definitely want enough in there.
Cook it on medium (about 250°) for 5-6 hours.
Once it’s cooked, transfer the
tenderloin to a cutting board and drain the root beer.
Shred the pork with a knife and
fork. If it’s done enough, it should just fall apart.
Put all the pork back in the crock
pot.
Pour on your favorite barbecue
sauce. (I use KC Masterpiece.) I used a bottle and a half because you can’t
have too much barbecue sauce. Plus, that way the leftovers don’t dry out.
Let it cook on low for another
hour.
For pulled pork sandwiches, put the meat on hamburger
buns and serve with a side of coleslaw. I made quesadillas instead. I just
heated some tortillas in the skillet, melted a little shredded cheddar on top,
and plopped a spoonful of meat on top of that.
Quinn (and the Hubs) happily ate this pork for dinner four
nights in a row.
I think the only reason Hubs isn’t jealous of my love affair
with Pinterest is because he gets to eat like a king.
