Went on a mission to find a pork shoulder picnic today. This is not a bunch of pork on a checkered blanket. It's a cut of pig. Not to be confused with the pork shoulder butt.
Seriously.
My local butcher was a little disappointed he couldn't help, but suggested the only place I might find it (on the Westside) was in Inglewood.
I had to work my way through broken Spanish at the butcher counter and finally got passed to the head butcher man. He knew exactly what I wanted and said, "That's a lot of meat. You sure you know what you're talking about."
"Yes, sir."
I explained we were going to smoke it "southern style" and needed to have part of the leg still attached. He paused a moment, smiled and said, "Sounds amazing."
"Well it is, actually. My mom will be in town this weekend and we're doin' it right."
I can't say that I've ever met a mean butcher, but this guy was extra special nice to me. He went in the back and cut exactly what I was looking for.
I think he was mostly impressed that I knew my meat.
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