Because I am insane I ordered twenty pounds of pork shoulder from our grocery store. It's supposed to come in tomorrow. It's for making pulled pork for a block party on Saturday afternoon. Everyone pray it come in early in the morning, and I can go pick it up and start it cooking in the crockpot before we go out with Stuart for his birthday Friday evening (me and Geoff! A grown up outing to a bar! So exciting!) and that somehow I manage to wake up early and get it pulled and ready before I got to dance class Saturday morning.
This is about as high pressure as my life gets.
Twenty pounds. I am insane. Maybe we'll have leftovers?