Jamaica Me Sweat

I've got pots and pans! I bought a set of 3 pots and a frying pan for thirty dollars. I'm still not sure I can stick the pan into the oven and the pots make weird noises when they heat up, but they're not cheap Teflon crap and they made it through one meal, so they'll do for now.

I can't remember the last time Shannon asked for seconds of a dish. Before I met her, she was dating this Indian guy whose mother cooked for them. He never really bothered to learn anything about the food his mother would make for him, and one of the dishes Shannon fell in love with and he said it was butter chicken. After many, many butter chicken experiments, we've learned that it was definitely not butter chicken that she loved; at least not in any way we've ever prepared or eaten it. This Jamaican Pulled Pork reminded her of the dish she loved, except she loved it even more. Not bad considering I just threw it together. We ate it with the leftover pita bread from the Syrian/Iraqi place last night and with rice cooked in chicken broth.

I made a pot of Cilantro Coconut Peas too. In contrast, Shannon hates peas and refused to try them. I liked them enough to eat them, but did not keep the leftovers. I love the creaminess of coconut milk and thought that the flavor was simple and pleasant, but the peas I bought were rather starchy instead of sweet. Perhaps a bit of sugar would've perked the dish up enough to warrant saving.