Okay, the pots and pans are scrubbed, the counters are sterilized, and the overhead fan is furiously attempting to purge the house of pork essence. I’ve learned that meat smells great the first day but becomes armpit aromatherapy thereafter.
And the verdict? (drum roll…)
Meh.
Save yourself the pain. I mean, okay, the roast, itself, could win awards. I now have many Tupperware containers full of jiggly chunks of fatty, juicy, porcine perfection. But the gravy, well…There’s definitely some citrus goin’ on in there and thank GOD for the red pepper flakes because without their heat my taste buds would be rolling over and going to sleep.
Notes: I ended up putting the whole shebang (save three cups juice, otherwise it would’ve drowned everything) into a 20 quart roasting pot, tin foiling the top, and letting it go to town at 325 for 2 1/2 hours, at which point I turned it over in there and stuck it back in for another hour. I heaved it out onto a broiler pan to brown for 15 minutes on both sides at 400. I never used the citrus rinds after the fridge marination stage but I didn’t miss 'em.
Meanwhile, I reduced the gravy on the stove top and added a tablespoon of cornstarch, which didn’t do much. I ended up running it through a blender and tipping it over the pork chunks in the Tupperware so it all continues marinating in the fridge. I’m currently fighting the urge to travel back into the kitchen for another forkful, and losing. I ain’t postin’ a photo because at this point, it looks like an autopsy. I do have a nice bone left to broth with.
Moral: This would probably be better with just the oranges, leaving the lemons and limes out, and reducing the Worchestershire to 2 T.