The first Cuban roast pork I ever ate was the best. It was at the home of a Cuban friend I knew in high school.
Her brother was getting married, and they held the wedding dinner at home.
The centrepiece of the feast was a whole pig.
I’ve eaten Cuban roast pork at restaurants in San Francisco and New York, and I’ve cooked it myself – but it’s never been as good, probably because the atmosphere has never been as happy and festive as at that wedding feast.
I’ve made this with different cuts of meat and with and without the skin. This method works well for me. It isn’t actually a roast (which would mean cooking it as a whole, large piece of meat), which is why I call it “roasted” (after the cooking method).