Alrighty, this happened a week ago today, but I wasn't going to say anything. Lisa, however, is forcing me at gunpoint to write this. For a woman who doesn't own a gun, she's very effective at this (yeah, I've been reading Terry Pratchett, hence the British humor).
So, I've been craving the beef roast my mom used to make. Really, I think I'm craving the carrots and potatoes in that wonderful gravy, but the beef is awesome, too. Anyway, I set out to do this. I decided on the fly while I was at HEB getting groceries. That meant I had to buy a roasting pan, too, since ours is in storage...somewhere. But I got this absolutely beautiful blue enameled cast iron one, so color me happy.
I went to the meat section and was only seeing steak. I'm looking around for the shape of the thing I want and then to the names to verify its a roast. Finally, I see some. I look at the 2 kinds they have, but the recipe on my phone said a shoulder roast is one of the best and they have them. That settles it. I get the carrots and potatoes and call it good.
When I get home, I flour the roast and begin searing it. I have found like 4 different recipes to cook it so I'm trying to pick the one in the middle of them all. I get the thing browned...kinda...and get it in the oven. Now my options range from 350 to 250. Since I want one that's falling apart, I'm thinking the lower temp. I decide to go ahead and call mom.
Mom and I are talking. She tells me that when she does it, she fills the pan with water up to the top of the roast but makes it sound like this isn't very much water. The roast I have in there is something like 4 inches high. After she says this a couple of times, I question her about it.
"You know, that would be like 2 GALLONS of water. Are you sure about that?"
"What kind of roast did you get?"
"Hold on and let me get the wrapping out of the trash and I'll give you the exact name..."
*sounds of digging*
"Ok, it says a pork...shoulder...wait...PORK? SHIT"
*sounds of mom laughing*
"Dammit, I'm going to hang up now before I start yelling."
After a little sulking and beating myself up, Lisa got me to look at some recipes. These vary a lot too - internal temp of 145 to 170. Geeze. I went to the store and got a thermometer and when I got back, it turned out the thing was already at 185. I pulled it out, left it covered, and waited an hour or so to cut into it.
Actually, it was an amazing pork roast. Since there was 3 1/2 pounds of it, it was a little much for us. In the future, I'll freeze some of the cooked meat for later. Now, I've purchased the actual BEEF roast and I'll make it soon. I just wanted to get this entry in before I work on the real thing. For the record, a pork roast is exceedingly economical ($5 for 3.5 pounds) and lasts awhile. Also, the drippings make a terrific gravy.