The picture to the left is that of babe the pig. While babe the pig may be a lovable character that lived happily ever after on a farm with a mentally ill man, his brother didn't meet the same fate. On Sunday I ran to Price Chopper and picked up 2 10lbs. pork shoulders for a BBQ today. There is nothing better than Babes brother slowly cooked for 6 hours with a nice mixture of Hickory and Apple wood, rub and a little mustard. Becca was a trooper and was with me from the lighting of the fire to the shredding of the pork. When she asked me what I was cooking I told her that it was pig and she didn't say a word about it. That all changed once I pulled them both out of the smoker ( 8 hours later)and started shredding them. We sat at the kitchen table with the two pork shoulders in one tray and the shredded meat going into the other (Kerry was scrap booking downstairs and Bridget was a sleep). Out of nowhere Becca asked me where the pigs face was and then its feet etc.... Priceless.
By the way Babes brother turned out great as did the chicken that shall remain nameless.
