You know I love you - because this tidbit about what I served my family should be completely (and understandably) top secret! I have an overall disdain for canned, processed meat - with the exception of an occasional can of tuna. The thought of a gelatinous blob of meat, where you can't be certain of the origins or even prove that it's the critter it states on the label, normally keeps me far away from the stuff. But I was intrigued by the concept of pulled pork, looking like it had been simmering all the day long.
I spent about $11 on the can...and when I got home I opened it with an underlying sense of doom. What sort of protein would be bobbing around in the huge can - and more importantly would it make me wretch in disgust? I peeked inside and found broth with a whole roast inside. The ingredients were all natural - with no MSG or artificial ingredients - which is a good thing! Using monster tongs, I pulled it out and slid the lump into my stovetop dutch oven and inspected it. The chunk looked like a pork roast, smelled like a pork roast...but I was still highly suspicious. I grabbed two forks and prodded at it, and to my surprise it pulled apart - just like the roast I make from scratch. (I say 'just like' - but you know what I mean!). I shredded it and poured in our favourite bottled sauce - seen in the pic above - and simmered it on low for about 15 minutes until Hubby walked through the door. It smelled good, so I hid the can - wondering if he would notice.
In he walked, fresh crusty buns in hand, commenting on the yummy smell permeating the main floor. Trying to act natural, I double checked the can was well-hidden and ushered him into the dining room along with our three hooligans. Before serving I nervously tried a small bite...it was good! Like really good! I could not tell that I was eating canned meat at all!
After he finished polishing off two buns slopped with heaping mounds of BBQ-y pulled pork, I dragged him into the kitchen to show him the can. He was surprised...but admitted it was good.
So - I'm putting a few cans in my pantry for those times when I need to whip up a quick meal for an unexpected crowd. And I would hazard a guess that they'll never know what hit 'em! Unless of course they read my blog! If they have no idea then the truth about who reads my blog will become glaringly obvious :)
I can't believe it but...I actually ate canned meat and lived to tell the tale!
Happy Canned-Meat Eating!