There are few greater moments in the food world than those when the pork roast has cooked for a full 4.5 hours and is ready for tearing apart as it sits in the pan, deep in its juices–as we see in the photo above.
This baby is just out of MY oven, a whole Boston butt (Boston Butt Whole, as it were) rich, full-flavored, hot and ready to make my mouth water. The temptation is to eat the roast and nothing more, so much of it, in fact that I get sick. But I will exercise restraint. I promise.