12 runners, 36 legs, 2 vans, 200 miles, and a 6000-foot drop in elevation. Hood to Coast (HTC). What fuel could possibly sustain runners bent on conquering pain & sleep deprivation? From the lofty heights of Mount Hood to the sunny shores of Seaside, I proclaim, “This Mother of All Hashcapades can!!!”
|Hood to Coast Pulled Pork Hash|
“Fabulous!” you exclaim to me, but then politely point out, “I saw the movie. Hood to Coast isn’t until the end of August. Are you messing with us?” Then I curtly bark, “Pour yourself a a tall glass of shut the hell up!” (I’ve always wanted to blog that! 🙂 )
Please forgive my rude fantasies and allow me to redeem myself by explaining: Our HTC team, Two Lingering Vans of WhoopAss, held a pre-Hood to Coast party. Besides talking about legs, tees, taped nipples and proper exchange etiquette, we dined on a smorgasbord of epic proportions. So much so, I just had to take the lovely pulled-pork that Mary made and transform it into pulled pork hash – a hashcapade!
|HTC 2011 is the 30th Anniversary. All old tees are represented!|
The very next morning, I channeled my energy and focused on the task at hand – dice the Russet potatoes, red bell pepper, jalapeño, onion and green onions. Whew – leg one complete! After a brief hydrating slurp of coffee, it was on to the next leg – fry up the potatoes in butter and olive oil, patiently wait then add onions, bell peppers, jalapeño and spices, wait, then add chopped pulled-pork. OMG – easier that I thought, time for a stretch and the stick for my quads.
|The basic ingredients – simple!|
|HTC is like Christmas for me – show your colors!!!|
The final leg. Summoning supreme effort, I plated my creation – pulled pork hash, egg, and green onion – and sat down with my son. It was all I could do to lift my fork to eat the hash. One bite. Smoky essence and a melange of flavors. Another bite. Holy frijoles, the creamy yolk and pulled pork hash are like a symphony! Another bite. Wait, is my son trying to pass me? Oh hell no, I won’t be roadkill!!! It was a ravenous race, but I finished my plate of pulled pork hash first! I was spent, but complete in the knowledge that I had conquered my hunger in three culinary legs of all-out spirit and guts!
And that’s how it went down in the books. Another successful hashcapade at Chez Clark and a creation that any HTC team can easily make (see below). Fuel. Sustenance. Hash!