Pull-Apart Pork Shoulder with “Baked Beans,” Sweet Rolls, and Salty Butter (or: How to be a Hero at Your Next Neighborhood Barbecue)

My wife and I went through a phase where pretty much all we ate were baked beans. There’s a shop here in the West Village called Myers of Keswick where she buys all her British and Irish essentials whenever pangs of homesickness hit. After one of her shopping trips, she introduced me to Heinz baked beans, which I only knew from the famous album cover for The Who Sell Out. I swear I ate them on buttered toast with a fried egg for six months straight. Still one of my all-time favorite