1 cup shredded pork
1 cup
huli huli sauce~1 lb
pizza doughpineapple chunks
chopped onion
mozzarella
Preheat oven to 450. Combine the shredded pork and huli huli sauce in a small saucepan and simmer for 5-10 minutes. Roll out the dough, cover it with the pulled pork mixture and top with cheese, pineapple and onion. Bake until browned and crispy.
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I have to admit a certain amount of surprise that no one guessed I would be making pizza with the huli huli sauce, although Joanne did say pulled pork so that counts for something. Heh. But pizza is what I made and it was good, although honestly I like regular tomato sauce better. This was a bit too rich and sweet for my taste. My girlfriend liked it, although she also thought it rich too. Maybe the half pound of pork had something to do with that... hm.
A while ago I slow cooked and shredded a pork shoulder that was seasoned with just salt and pepper. Then I froze most of it in various portion sizes, one of which was about a cup worth. That's what I'm using here.
I poured the huli huli sauce in a skillet and heated it up a bit.
Then I just plopped in the frozen pork, even though I really should have defrosted it first.
I tossed it around over low heat until it had thawed and the sauce had thickened a bit.
At which point it would be great for a sandwich or burrito.
Just saying. But what I did was spread it on some
pizza dough,
generously topped it with cheese, onion and pineapple
and tossed it in the oven. A short time later, I took it out.
Lovely, isn't it? I did it in a pan because my peel broke some time ago and I was out of parchment paper.
But it gave it some nice crust bits and really it's all good.
This pizza was serious business, I could only eat half of it and that's really not that much for me. I've done pizzas with shredded bbq stuff before and it's always been good.
And there was nothing really wrong with this one, it's just not a "why don't I sit down and eat an entire pizza by myself" kind of thing. More a "I'll have a couple slices, a salad and a nap"situation.
So I've met people who can't even take the thought of pineapple on pizza and people love it, where do you guys stand?
His name is Romeo, he was born under my brothers porch and was a fixture in his household ever since. He is no longer with us. He lived outside as a "stray" for the first couple years of his life, being fed by my brother and his wife. He was gentle and tolerant, once sharing his food bowl with a skunk, much to my sister in laws surprise. 
He loved feet and if you stood still long enough he would lay across them and rub his head against your toes. Whenever I would crash on their couch, which was often, he would sleep with me. He was, without a doubt, one of the best cats ever.
RIP, Roms.
