It seems only appropriate to begin this post with the obligatory photograph of slow roasted pork shoulder. This is 15 pounds worth.
In the end, all that was left was this:
Somehow I managed to fit 30+ people in a New York apartment. To say my house needs cleaning would be a serious understatement. There’s a dishwasher that needs to be unloaded and reloaded, ad infinity. The floor needs to be mopped. At least twice. Every surface needs scrubbing and rescrubbing.
Still, it was worth it. It was my most ambitious menu to dateI’ll get to that in a minute. It also afforded me the chance to help a dear friend of mine who has been sick for some time.
If you were at my house you would have seen the tray pictured below.
Haven’t heard of Justin’s plight? It’s a gripping tale of a 30ish year-old moderately successful designer who’s fighting a way against his own body. Please enjoy this homemade treat and shameless solicitation compliments of your host, Hillary.
The long and short of it is this: my friend Justin has been sick with a chronic condition called RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy). While there’s hope, treatments are ongoing, expensive, and often uncovered by insurance. You can help. Click here to find out more.
Now, the menu:
The Third Annual Indian Summer Picnic (aka the one that took place in the Summer)
I’ll be sharing the new recipes in the upcoming weeks, and thanks to a good friend who has actual skills as a photographer, expect some great photos.