I’ve done it with two different kinds of meat from two different animals, and I’m telling you that I’m sold. This is how I will do it from now on.
For years I would prepare large, tough cuts that require a long cooking time in one way only—I’d braise them. The meat is cooked through, and usually quite tasty. But there was a lacking dimension I didn’t even realize what was absent. The missing element was texture.
The Japanese are all about the texture. They will eat something which tastes so-so just because it is a celebration of an unusual mouth feel. They even enjoy textures that most Americans might find off-putting, such as sticky, spongy, or slimy. But slow roasted meat has a whole variety of textures that are nothing but welcome to a dedicated carnivore.
We’ll start with the gorgeous, golden crust. The fat cap has rendered slowly, leaving it crispy and caramelized. The rest of the crust has become slightly crispy-edged and golden brown.
When sliced, the meat is falling apart tender and juicy. When you bite into it, it has a richness that coats your mouth (and probably your chin) in the best possible way. Braised meats just never really achieve this sensation.
I was in Food Lion the other day and in the meat case was a small, boneless piece of pork butt. So I took it home, planning on braising it in a day or so. I unwrapped it, and rubbed it with a mixture garlic powder, thyme, salt, pepper, and ground caraway seed.
Then I remembered how good a brisket had been that I had roasted a while back. A pork shoulder has tons of fat and connective tissue, so I decided to break out my roasting pan, and go for it.
The day of cooking, I started it around 10:00 in the morning, with a goal of eating dinner at 8PM. I set the oven for 225 degrees. I heated my large Dutch oven, poured in a couple tablespoons of vegetable oil, and when it was really hot, I seared the meat to golden brown on every side. Then I placed it on the rack in my roasting pan, poured some water in the bottom to eliminate any smoking.
All the sinew and connective tissue, which make it such misery when undercooked, is what makes the eating of the same meat when well-cooked such joy.
The melting point for connective tissue is 210 degrees. And ask any pit master; get there slowly. Think of it like cooking bacon. If you put it a very hot skillet, the bacon will burn before the fat has had a chance to render. So you end up with charcoal-flavored limp and floppy sadness.
I inserted my probe thermometer and popped the roasting pan in the oven. I checked it every couple hours and watched it slowly turn golden. It took about 8 hours, but I cooked it really slowly. If you had a bigger piece you could turn the oven up to 275 without any real detriment to flavor and texture.When the breathtaking pork came out of the oven, the liquid in the bottom of the pan had cooked off, so I poured in 1 ½ cups of water and used a silicone spatula to get all the bits off the pan. This made clean-up a breeze.
But it got better. I poured the resulting liquid into a jar and stuck it in the fridge. When it got cold, a miraculous transformation took place. The fat rose to the top and solidified. This got discarded.
When all that melted connective tissue was chilled it thickened a bit. What was left in the jar was basically roasted pork jelly. While it wouldn’t be my first choice for a PBJ, this intensely flavored piggy jam is pretty much straight umami, that fifth taste discovered by the Japanese. It’s savory-ness, the taste that makes you want to go back for another bite.The pork jelly (or demi glace, its technical name) is so potent it should only be used in small doses, and under close supervision. With a bucket of this stuff you could take over the world.
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