I really should not be writing this one, but it is one of those moments where you know you are wrong and that you are a moron for even attempting yet you still continue down your path of stupidity. I bring to you shredded pork. It needs to be stated that I am a smart person, clever, witty and smart. In this case SMRT. I share this with you because I know you all have moments like this.
I am not Rachael Ray I am not Julia Child I am not even the Urban Peasant from CBC. However my love of butter matches the latter 2, EVOO just is not the same. I am straying away from the entertaining part...I recently completed my first week of the P90X workout program that comes with a meal plan. I am already tired of a chunk of meat i.e. a slap of pork or chunk of chicken. I decided to get a bit creative and thought if I could make the meat smaller and blend it then it would be easier to make it through high protein meals. Here is where it gets stupid.
Shellie Moment: I wanted shredded pork. That is where this all started. I have watched enough cooking shows to know that most shredded pork comes from cooking it all day and pulling it apart. Taking this knowledge and looking at my raw pork chops I reached for my cheese grater. Yes folks that is correct I reached for the cheese grater. After all it shreds cheese why not meat as well? Even as I reached for it I knew it was silly and it would likely not work, but things that should not work sometimes do. I cut a small piece of pork and held it to the grater. Only one pass down the grater and I burst out laughing. I hung my head in shame and embarrassment. It is amazing how even though I live alone I quickly rinsed the pork residue that did come off and hid the evidence.
