My ego is bruised because in all the years we have been competing we have only won one GC. I thought we were better but in the end we suck.
Using an angle grinder to build my double barrel smoker, I set my shirt on fire (something about sparks and flammable cotton, IIRC from my Boy Scout years). I thought I put it out, but I didn't. My neighbor, who was standing next to me, put it out.
All this with Mrs. SJ sunning herself 20 feet away, oblivious to the fact that her husband was auditioning for the part of a Buddhist Monk.
"I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon- sue me- and since I don''t have a butler, I have to do it myself. So most nights before I go to bed I will lay six strips of bacon out on my George Foreman Grill. Then I go to sleep. When I wake up, I plug in the grill. I go back to sleep again. Then I wake up to the smell of crackling bacon. It is delicious. It''s good for me. It's the perfect way to start the day. Today I got up, I stepped onto the grill and it clamped down on my foot. That''s it. I don't see what's so hard to believe about that"
Pulled a wrapped pork butt off the smoker and had the foil split on the bottom. It dropped a 1/2 cup of boiling juice on my flip-flop clad feet. Nice second degree burns. Made it hard to wear real shoes for about a week.
After hitting my Boner with the Steel a few times
After hitting my Boner with the Steel a few times I was cutting open the Cyro on a packer in the sink and took off the tip or my left index finger thank god for Super glue & duct tape:biggrin1: saved a trip to the ER and the cook went on.