The other guy from across the way stopped by(not my neighbor). He's obviously been drinking. I threw a piece of chicken on for him. Big thick boneless skinless breast. I cooked them indirect, seared them, then dunked them in sauce and indirect until up to temp. The kettle got hot and flared up a bit during the sear. "If you had a spray bottle ya could. ......." I ignored him as I jockey the meat to a cooler zone. "You know I've heard that perfect chicken is only flipped once........" I couldnt hear him over the pop of another pbr but I'm pretty sure he said something about boiling ribs.
"Pass me one of Pabst buddy" it's gonna be a long night.