Pulled Pork Sandwiches

This is a pulled pork sandwich made from the braised pork ribs on a tapioca rice flour bun from central market. They were really good. I made the BBQ sauce from a can of tomato paste, garlic, cumin, chili con carne, salt and a drop of liquid smoke. I also added a splash of white wine and olive oil, increasing the olive oil as needed to thin allowing to cover all the meat. The sauce was mild and the whole family loved it.

Brasied Pork Ribs

This photo doesn't do the meal justice. I browned the country style pork ribs then brought them to a boil with water, garlic and spices. Next I placed the whole pot in the oven heated to 250 and left it there for 3 hrs while I was out. I took it out when I came home to find tender meat falling from the bone. Left overs will be made into some sort of pulled pork dish.

This is how it all began

At the county garage sale I found this gem of a pot. The price on it was $49. It was an honest price of a kettle of it's size and I would have paid that much for it too. I pulled out all the cash I had left, $33. I thought for just a minute, what's the worst that could happen if I asked to buy it for all I had and they said no? I guess then it wouldn't have been meant to be, just like the grain mill that was sold before I could get back with more cash. I asked the woman if she would accept $33, it was honestly all I had. She thought a long, long time. Her partner asked her "well who is going to offer you more?" She hemmed and hawed over it and asked me what I was going to do with it. That question confused me, it's a pot what else do you do with it but cook? I told her cook stews, brown meat cook just about everything in it. It didn't occur to me right away she was probably worried that I would sell it or let it collect dust as a decoration. She was thinking hard about it and I begged her "Please, I will cherish it for ever and I will pass it down to my own children someday." She said ok. That's what got her. She had lost her son and to know that I would pass it on is what she needed. She told me that she had bought it second hand when she was about my age. We hugged and I was so excited. What a gift! I think this pot deserves it's own blog. And here we are, the Black Kettle Chronicles.