You have awoken to the the perfect day for a backyard barbecue, and you have the perfect piece of meat to impress all of your guests. It’s a 6 pound Boston Butt, and you know exactly what it will take to transform it into a legend.
At first, the meat stands innocently, with an inviting shade of pink and beautiful natural marbling. It’s a look you’ve seen before; suggesting that only time stands between you and juicy, culinary brilliance. You place the roast on the grill, adding alder wood chips into a makeshift tinfoil tray in order to add an extra layer of fresh, woody flavor. Then the meat begins its transformation. First, it darkens as it sears, the outside sugars caramelizing, and shifting the roast’s appearance toward a deep mahogany. Finally, after several long hours, the pork finishes its journey, and the smoky blackness of a perfect char decorates the outside.
You wrestle it from the grill with two pairs of tongs, and then place it on a serving platter. Your grip on your patience begins to fail, as your friends and family tease you, silently hoping that you will give them so much as an acknowledgment. After all, you’ve been at it for hours already. They think that they just want your company, but you know better. What they really want is a taste of your signature pulled pork. They don’t understand the amount of skill, dedication, and large doses of herbs and spices it takes to bring this meal together.
The meat still has to sit for another half hour, so you throw together a sauce with molasses, honey, pepper, and the juices that had conveniently emerged and fallen from the meat as it cooked. Your guests pester you more, but you stay focused because you’re almost there. As you toast some buns you feel something overcoming you. Time slows down, and the voices of chefs past begin to whisper in an ancient language, which only you can understand. They encourage you to stay the course, and they tell you that serving this piece of meat is the culmination of your greatest adventure.
A timer chimes and echoes loudly like a gigantic clock tower, and suddenly, you emerge onto your Archadeck from www.archadeck.com, announcing with a booming voice that it’s time to eat, while grasping the platter which holds your magnificent creation. Your audience takes one look at the bounty and their mouths fall open, then they stand and applaud. A rose appears at your feet, as if you’re a victorious Matador having tamed a great beast. Behind the audience, the ethereal vision of the ancient chefs appear, nodding at your perfect backyard barbecue with the approval of a proud father.