Texas Turtle
Take a breath!
- Joined
- May 26, 2009
- Location
- Fulshear, Texas
Okay, so somebody suggested some que for Labor Day and I, naturally, jumped in with both feet. Yanked a butt out of the freezer that had been languishing since May, stopped by HEB and picked up a couple of chickens and three racks of St. Louis ribs. My oldest daughter called and said that she would come but it would help if we could keep the world's cutest grandbaby Saturday and Sunday night. One of the few things I like better than firing up the cookers is playing with my grandchild, so I said heck yeah. Then everybody decides they want the que for lunch instead of supper, so the time line gets accelerated by 6 hours. Put rugrat to bed at 8:30 Sunday night. Rubbed and injected butt and put in cooler with ice to hold. Set up WSM for butt, offset for ribs & chicken. Went to bed at 10:30, got up at 12:00 and started fire in WSM. Put butt on at 2:00, kept watch on IQUE110 for 30 minutes to confirm solid 250 at grate. Went back to bed and got up at 5:00. Started fire in offset, prepped ribs and put on at 6:30. Cleaned and spatchcocked chickens. Wrapped butt at 165, ribs at 8:30. Put chickens on at 9:00, glazed and rewrapped ribs. Unwrapped and reglazed ribs at 11:00, checked chickens and found them at perfect temp. Wrapped and coolered. IT gauge on butt said 205, unwrapped and pulled bone. Rewrapped and coolered. So I'm basically finished at 11:00 and lunch is at 1:00. Pulled and sauced butt at 12:00. Carved ribs & chicken at 12:30 and lunch was pretty much perfect, althoiugh we had a couple of no-shows and lots of leftovers. Typical BBQ experience, right? Problem is, I'm dead on my feet and hurt all over. I have a surgical consultation at M D Anderson tomorrow at 8:00 and I'm going to feel like heck. The ultimate question: Am I the only one who gets wore out like this when he cooks or is it just that at 61 years of age with stage 4 cancer I'm too damned old to spend three days keeping up with 40 pounds of boundless energy that expects Grandpa to spend all day playing with him and then stay up virtually all night staring at an array of thermometers on the back porch? (I know this is ridiculously long, sorry.)