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Babbling Farker
Geez Louise, it's been a long-time since I posted one of my cooks. So, taking a friends advice, I got out the camera and snapped a few as I got started this morning.
Little background: it's Sunday (it is for you too? Imagine!), and I set the alarm for 5:30 am.
My plan? To have my brisket done, rested and ready for 4:30 pm game time: Ravens vs Pats.
I prepared much of it last night: cleaned and loaded the BWS Chubster with charcoal and smoking wood, and fine-butchered my briskie and injected it.
I actually talked the wife into letting me inject and use real rub. Not the sodium-less placebo I'm normally forced to use.
My wifey, you see, is a health-nut. She's like Shiz-Nit's wife in that way.
If you have a wife like that, or are contemplating getting one, you might want to give the idea some serious consideration. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my wife, and realize that she only does this because she cares for me, and wants me around longer. And... I truly appreciate that. Maybe it's just that... well... nobody likes to see the executioner smile, eh?
So, 5:30 rears its ugly head, and I stick right to my plan: I roll over and tell the wifey to set it for 6:30 am: I'm gettin me another hour of that sweet, weekend sleep we all know... and LOVE!
So, 6:25 peeks out, and I deal with it: I get up, quickly dress, and start heading down the stairs for the kitchen.
It's as you approach the last stair that you appreciate the fact that you spent the extra 5 minutes the night before, preparing the morning coffee. You coffee drinkers need say nothing. A quiet nod, will suffice.
So, after a quick flip of the coffee-maker's knob, I reach into the fridge and grab the bag that hold the marinating bag of gourmet wonderment:
Marinating goodness: utter joy (if that's possible that early in the AM)
First order of business: get that fire goin. I, myself have changed (fine-tuned, one might say) this method somewhat over the years (yes Virginia, gasoline and early morning judgement: not a good idea, in retrospect, many years later).
These day, I like these little parafin cubes that Weber sells for this purpose:
Primitive man discovers fire
So after a quick lite (they really are easy to use), I back inside the nice warm house to add my rub. As I noted last night, the winner of last night's VERY unofficial rub showdown was Simply Marvelous, with their Cherry Rub. So while the fire began Minioning away, I applied my first coating of cherry rub.
After a good cup of coffee, a nice unbothered trip to the reading room (to read about the exploits of the glorious Detroit Red Wings), I put on my final coating (I heard that! Yes, I washed my hands after... and washed em well, thank you!) of Cherry Rub:
After a bit o' time, when my beautiful blue smoke appeared (aided by my 12 oz of cherry wood, no doubt), and my temps had climbed sufficiently, I loaded my pretty little Chubster up, and she was off.
I won't be opening her up till the 3:30-4:30 range, when I'm "feelin it" so to speak.
On tap fer todays games: Caps vs Penguins (12:30 PM)
Ravens vs Pat-riots (pre-game stuff starts @ 3 pm)
Bout noon, I'll peel me these 2 large rutabegas I have, cut em into small cubes, and boil em until they're soft. Then I'll mash and season them. Already made up a batch of cole-slaw.
UM-UM good!
Little background: it's Sunday (it is for you too? Imagine!), and I set the alarm for 5:30 am.
My plan? To have my brisket done, rested and ready for 4:30 pm game time: Ravens vs Pats.
I prepared much of it last night: cleaned and loaded the BWS Chubster with charcoal and smoking wood, and fine-butchered my briskie and injected it.
I actually talked the wife into letting me inject and use real rub. Not the sodium-less placebo I'm normally forced to use.
My wifey, you see, is a health-nut. She's like Shiz-Nit's wife in that way.
If you have a wife like that, or are contemplating getting one, you might want to give the idea some serious consideration. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my wife, and realize that she only does this because she cares for me, and wants me around longer. And... I truly appreciate that. Maybe it's just that... well... nobody likes to see the executioner smile, eh?
So, 5:30 rears its ugly head, and I stick right to my plan: I roll over and tell the wifey to set it for 6:30 am: I'm gettin me another hour of that sweet, weekend sleep we all know... and LOVE!
So, 6:25 peeks out, and I deal with it: I get up, quickly dress, and start heading down the stairs for the kitchen.
It's as you approach the last stair that you appreciate the fact that you spent the extra 5 minutes the night before, preparing the morning coffee. You coffee drinkers need say nothing. A quiet nod, will suffice.
So, after a quick flip of the coffee-maker's knob, I reach into the fridge and grab the bag that hold the marinating bag of gourmet wonderment:
Marinating goodness: utter joy (if that's possible that early in the AM)
First order of business: get that fire goin. I, myself have changed (fine-tuned, one might say) this method somewhat over the years (yes Virginia, gasoline and early morning judgement: not a good idea, in retrospect, many years later).
These day, I like these little parafin cubes that Weber sells for this purpose:
Primitive man discovers fire
So after a quick lite (they really are easy to use), I back inside the nice warm house to add my rub. As I noted last night, the winner of last night's VERY unofficial rub showdown was Simply Marvelous, with their Cherry Rub. So while the fire began Minioning away, I applied my first coating of cherry rub.
After a good cup of coffee, a nice unbothered trip to the reading room (to read about the exploits of the glorious Detroit Red Wings), I put on my final coating (I heard that! Yes, I washed my hands after... and washed em well, thank you!) of Cherry Rub:
After a bit o' time, when my beautiful blue smoke appeared (aided by my 12 oz of cherry wood, no doubt), and my temps had climbed sufficiently, I loaded my pretty little Chubster up, and she was off.
I won't be opening her up till the 3:30-4:30 range, when I'm "feelin it" so to speak.
On tap fer todays games: Caps vs Penguins (12:30 PM)
Ravens vs Pat-riots (pre-game stuff starts @ 3 pm)
Bout noon, I'll peel me these 2 large rutabegas I have, cut em into small cubes, and boil em until they're soft. Then I'll mash and season them. Already made up a batch of cole-slaw.
UM-UM good!
