Pork Roast: Dreaming Backward, Dreaming Forward

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How to make a great roast and hardly lift a finger

It’s 4:00 a.m. I’m awake, in the kitchen, still not quite on local time since coming home from Italy. Times like these, I think about pork roast. It’s  a way of dreaming back to Italy. Yesterday I bought a three pounder—pork butt, bone in—from Nick, my local butcher pal. What’s there to do at 4:00 a.m.? Get to work on lunch. Dream backward and forward. Continue reading “Pork Roast: Dreaming Backward, Dreaming Forward”