willsands
Knows what a fatty is.
The Saker finally arrived. Mr. Mark at the factory loaded it on a freight truck with instructions on where to unload it. That was last Monday. Near as I can tell, the driver got to the end of the hard road and asked old Jake Hatfield how to get to my place. Ole Jake saw that the driver was a bit nervous and offered to take over the delivery for $20. The driver put the twenty in Jake’s hand real quick and told him he didn’t want to hear any banjos anyway. Jake counted that as his lucky day ‘cause he already had a wagon load of corn and some 50 pound sacks of sugar to deliver up the holler past my place. Jakes span of mules, Ozzie and Harriet, wins the pullin’ contest at the county fair every year, so they didn’t even notice a little extra weight on the wagon. That Saker’s settin’ on my back porch now.
Tomorrow I’m going to see if I can trade my neighbor that cardboard box that the cooker came in for a chicken. The neighbor always can use good dry cardboard to side up his henhouse. Then, I’ll have to go on to McCoy’s general store and see if they got canned oil to season this new pit. They probably don’t have all that fancy stuff, but they’ll have plenty of WD-40.
I’ll try to get to cookin’ this weekend. I think the Saker is big enough to cook a chicken and a possum at the same time, if I can catch one. Have to be careful with the smokin’ wood I use though, ‘cause the sheriff will be showin’ up if one of his buddies reports seein’ a little smoke comin’ out of the holler. The sheriff likes to be a silent partner in any cookin’ operation that’s done in these woods.
When I get this new cooker going, I’d like to try one of them fancy things with the burnt ends that everybody seems to like so well. I think I can burn the middle too if that’s what’s so good.
Now, afore you accuse me of being reckless with the truth, let me say that when I get to sampling what them other fellers are cooking in the woods, I get a little confused. There is one thing for sure however. I did take delivery of a very nice shiny black Hunsaker smoker today.
Tomorrow I’m going to see if I can trade my neighbor that cardboard box that the cooker came in for a chicken. The neighbor always can use good dry cardboard to side up his henhouse. Then, I’ll have to go on to McCoy’s general store and see if they got canned oil to season this new pit. They probably don’t have all that fancy stuff, but they’ll have plenty of WD-40.
I’ll try to get to cookin’ this weekend. I think the Saker is big enough to cook a chicken and a possum at the same time, if I can catch one. Have to be careful with the smokin’ wood I use though, ‘cause the sheriff will be showin’ up if one of his buddies reports seein’ a little smoke comin’ out of the holler. The sheriff likes to be a silent partner in any cookin’ operation that’s done in these woods.
When I get this new cooker going, I’d like to try one of them fancy things with the burnt ends that everybody seems to like so well. I think I can burn the middle too if that’s what’s so good.
Now, afore you accuse me of being reckless with the truth, let me say that when I get to sampling what them other fellers are cooking in the woods, I get a little confused. There is one thing for sure however. I did take delivery of a very nice shiny black Hunsaker smoker today.
