The name of this post is “Crock-Pot Barbecue Sammies” but it really should be called “When Bad Days Happen To Good Bloggers.” No, I did not take that picture. That perky picture is like the fake boobs of the blog world. Its mine because I paid for it. The picture I took is below. That is the good one;) Do you notice anything unusual about this picture? Yes… its pitch black out! This the story of what happens when a woman with 6 kids runs a blog.
This recipe is to die for and I was craving it for a week. I ran to the store, got my supplies, threw it in the Crock Pot and waited. I served everyone their food and took an extra sandwich and went outside with Big Chris to take a couple of quick pictures. I used a vintage plate I got from Mom that was my Great Grandmothers. It isn’t even chipped. Laughs. All was right in the world and I thought to myself “This is going to be the easiest blog post I’ve ever done.” Wrong.
Right about the time I went to snap the photo, one of my neighbors jogged by. She didn’t stop to say “Hi!” or even wave back. Maybe it’s because I’m sure we looked insane standing outside taking a photo standing in the front yard with Big Chris holding a BBQ sandwich. I guess she wasn’t hungry. Do you like the picture? I do. The results of that experimental type of photography speak for themselves. I think it’s kind of artsy-fartsy looking. It reminds me of the Aurora Borealis.
My son August burst out the door wearing nothing but a soggy diaper and proceeded to chase after the jogger who had just snubbed us. He was yelling things like: “Hey wait! Come back! My name is August!” We were yelling at him to come back but his mid-western hospitality and quick-footedness were no match for his middle-aged parents. The woman was obviously in good shape because she managed to get away. Now she didn’t think we were crazy. She knew it.
Our oldest came outside to join us with the bawling baby. Who had been woken up by the commotion outside his window. He was the only one unhappier than the jogger. It was now pitch black out. My teenager was mortified and handing me the baby while I was grabbing my camera, Chris was chasing August with a BBQ sandwich on a plate, and my 8-year-old came out and asked where his sandwich was. Oops. We handed him the plate and all walked inside. Mom guilt. It’s what’s for dinner. So this Mommy Blogger just threw in the towel and called it a day. That’s is the story of how I discovered stock photography my friends. Hope you enjoyed it.
Despite my bad pictures, this is the perfect “fix it and forget it” weekday meal. You literally throw a pork tenderloin in a Crock-pot with a 2 liter of pop and let it cook all day until tender. You slap it on a bun with coleslaw and barbecue sauce. Yum! You cannot get any easier than that. Besides, any recipe where you use soda, especially root-beer, can never be bad;) Let me clarify… it might be bad for you but it will never taste bad. That’s really all you need to know. This recipe comes from our family cookbook. I made it today and it is so delicious. Enjoy!
- 1 pork tenderloin
- 1 2 liter of root beer
- Your favorite Barbecue sauce. I use Head Country Hickory
- Hamburger Buns
- Place the tenderloin in the Crockpot and cover with rootbeer.
- Cook on low for 5-6 hours.
- Take tenderloin out and shred with a fork.
- Mix the barbecue sauce and place on hamburger buns.