She's crying over the Rick/Egg moment, as many of us do.
betty was found huddled in an alley on the streets of columbus. the big city lure had overwhelmed her as she solemnly sobbed, cowering before the majestic skyline.
betty was saved one christmas day, and whisked to the expansive farmland known as farmersville. in the wide open expanses of farmland as far as the eye could see, she thrived, breaking out of her modeled shell, and although sheltered in the embrace of the motherly country, she still longed to travel to worlds far away.
as she guards the smoking egg this morning, she dreams of the sights and places the sweet blue flavor trail will drift over, forever knowing she will never return, and a tear gently caresses her cheek.
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**warning**
this is what happens when you don't use a draft control device to monitor and maintain your pit temps overnight.
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i used the thirdeye wiggle stick up through the holes in the fire grate last night at about 12:30 and then again this morning at 7. the egg is steady at 250 dome. i haven't stuck the remote thermometer in the pork, so i have no idea where it's at. maybe i should check that, eh?
it smells mighty fine on the island today :biggrin:
now i'm curious if the draft control device butts are different somehow over the natural draft butts.
