Pork has always been a little bit of a challenge for me. I seem to have this magical ability to take a perfectly lovely piece of pork and cook it so that it is, well, DRY. And so pork and I tend to avoid each other until the Southern husband reminds me that he does love pork for supper every once in a while, and then I give the old college try one more time. And just to prove that the whole if at first you don't succeed thing is actually sometimes true, please meet a plate of tender, sweet, I can't believe I finally did it slow cooker brown sugar pulled pork. Oh Happy Day!