Apologies- Mexican Style Shredded Pork

Oh boy she is apologizing, what did she do now? I did not do Mexican Style Shredded Pork justice when I blogged about it a few days ago. I embedded this poor recipe in some cockamamie story about sailing just because the dumb pot in which I cooked it reminded me of Dad's Mirror Dinghy. And to top it all off, my Dad said I exaggerated the story. Excuse Me! I'm an artiste and student of the English language. One doth not exaggerate, she embellishes, accessorizes, and weaves a wondrous tale, but never exaggerates. When Pi Patel, in "Life of Pi" by Yann Martel, asked the Japanese investigators which version of his adventure they liked best, they picked the embellished story, not the real story. His embellished version was a form of coping, just as my embellishing is a coping mechanism for the mundane. Hopefully my accessorizing of prose will get me places (not jail.)

What if the blog read, Dad got some blue sail boat and sailed it a lot, then punched my brother in the head and then tried to drown him when the boat tipped over and it was the center board that broke not the rudder? Yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah. Boring right? Go and read the better and truer, just prettied up version here.

But please, do make this amazing and delicious Mexican Style Shredded Pork, from my son's second grade teacher, Mrs. Brown, for the best darned carnitas this side of Texas. Even if you do not eat pork due to religious or culinary reasons go ahead and make it anyway. Just say 3 Oh Brothers and drink 5 Bloody Mary's and call me in the morning. I have an in with the Big Guy and can get you a "Get out of Jail" card free. I am not exaggerating when I say this meat rocks. Oh and skip the chicken broth and go right for the beer, it makes the dish. My kids panicked when they heard that beer was an ingredient. "Don't worry," I told them, "the alcohol cooks off." But not the flavor and the spice is just right...and the mouth-watering aroma while it's cooking...and all that drippy, flavorful juice... and the phone calls from Food Network...and the James Beard award for best dish...and Julia beckoning me from the other side.......