Seahawks 35, Pulled Hogette Sandwiches 14

This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer's market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.

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On Friday night we were continually awoken by the sound of strong gusty winds. Knowing that the Hawks, and their pass-happy offense, would struggle on a windy field, our mind started racing, and soon we were at panic level 'On Fire in a Gas Station.'

Luckily the next the day our meal preparation distracted us, and controlled our pre-game panic. We started making the barbeque sauce an hour before kickoff, and the pork shoulder at the crack of a Seattle winter's dawn.

We recoiled the first time we saw our eight-pound hunk of former pig. There it was, sitting in the discounted week-old meat section at 7-11, half-covered in fat. We were told that after four and half hours of cooking, the fat would drip away, and we would be left with meat lean enough to eat.

We rubbed the exposed meat with a mixture of pepper, salt, garlic, and other seasonings, and then placed slices of onion wherever we could. After that, we sealed it in two layers of tin foil, stuck it in the oven, and walked away.

For the next few hours, every time we starting visualizing Clinton Portis running down the sideline, we would quickly think about the possibility that our unattended baking was causing our house to burn down.

Phew, much better.

We went for a run, got some coffee, read the paper, met some friends for brunch, helped our girlfriend register to vote, and finally returned home in time to pull the pork out of the oven.

Trapped in the foil for over four hours, the meat, much like Todd Collins, turned against itself and broke down in the heat and moisture. Once we pushed away what was left of the fat, it shredded quite easily. We then mixed it with the simmering barbeque sauce, and it was on the New Year’s resolution-friendly whole wheat buns.

That my friends, is how you turn a fat-covered slab of pork into a delicious gametime meal. Hasselbeck to Hackett and a Trufant interception is how you turn a depressed drunk into a gloriously happy individual with a delightful alcoholic glow.

NEXT WEEK—PLAYOFF SPECIAL: Seahawks vs. Kielbasa and Cheese, Saturday 1:30pm.

Until we remember to get our pictures off our camera, enjoy this photo from an Esquire article on Pulled Pork Sandwiches.

UPDATE: Per PosseAdEsse's request, we now have some photos after the jump.