Pork Shoulder

Last Saturday I was compelled by my own internal pork clock, my clork if you will, to go out in the world and get me a pork shoulder. I ended up going to the Reading Terminal Market for this, since the nearby Whole Foods didn't have any (!). I usually go heavy on the cloves, but I have yet to rebuild my spice array since leaving most all of them behind in Chicago, so I went with a more garlicky version. I also roasted some potatoes with diced Anaheim pepper, half an onion and rosemary.

It was pretty good.