Geez louise... the wife shocked me last week when she helped cook my Labor Day brisket. Of course, one writes off occurrances like these as mere anomalies. The wife wants to help? How many Elvis sightings can the common man observe?
But she was sincere. And frankly, it had been a while since I had pulled out the special equipment (that's what she said):
But there it is: my Cajun Bandit Rotisserie (w/ring). Sweet eh? It's been more than a year since i cooked with it. In fact, doing some calculations, it's been nearly a year since I used my Weber. The reader will forgive me: I've been under the spell of my Backwoods... and forgot how sweet a Weber can be.
And let me say, a few hours into the cook, I was in total awe of my Weber 22.5 kettle. I'd forgotten: if you know what you're doing, you do not need a Stoker, Auber, or Guru.
So, as easy as !-2-3... I had my Weber up to temp, layin down the TBS (along with some wonderful Pecan), and I was dialed in to a constant 300 degrees. No guru, no nothing. I'd forgotten what a machine the Weber truly was. But, what separated this cook was another detail I'd forgotten:
the Weber is a machine!
Look at that last picture: YUM!!!!!
Did the rest of the fava beans too. They came out something like this:
They were pretty darn good, too.
So the wife shocked me. After we got cleaned up, and prepped for
"Breaking Bad" and "Curb Your Enthusiasm", the wifey had this little question:
"What's the biggest size you can get into that Weber rotisserie?"
Me: "Probably a turkey. In fact, I'm, sure a turkey will fit. That's why I offered to do last Thanksgivinging's turkey on it . You turned the offer down, remember?"
Her: "Yeah, I did, but I didn't know it could turn out like tonights dinner did."
Me (and feeling pretty satisfied by her admitting this): "That rotisserie is pretty cool, eh?"
Her: "It's VERY cool. I think Thanksgiving dinner would be wonderful on it, and I'll help. It looks like it would be fun to cook on it."
It's been nearly 24 hours, and I'm still a bit punchy. Who is this woman?
But she was sincere. And frankly, it had been a while since I had pulled out the special equipment (that's what she said):
But there it is: my Cajun Bandit Rotisserie (w/ring). Sweet eh? It's been more than a year since i cooked with it. In fact, doing some calculations, it's been nearly a year since I used my Weber. The reader will forgive me: I've been under the spell of my Backwoods... and forgot how sweet a Weber can be.
And let me say, a few hours into the cook, I was in total awe of my Weber 22.5 kettle. I'd forgotten: if you know what you're doing, you do not need a Stoker, Auber, or Guru.
So, as easy as !-2-3... I had my Weber up to temp, layin down the TBS (along with some wonderful Pecan), and I was dialed in to a constant 300 degrees. No guru, no nothing. I'd forgotten what a machine the Weber truly was. But, what separated this cook was another detail I'd forgotten:
the Weber is a machine!
Look at that last picture: YUM!!!!!
Did the rest of the fava beans too. They came out something like this:
They were pretty darn good, too.
So the wife shocked me. After we got cleaned up, and prepped for
"Breaking Bad" and "Curb Your Enthusiasm", the wifey had this little question:
"What's the biggest size you can get into that Weber rotisserie?"
Me: "Probably a turkey. In fact, I'm, sure a turkey will fit. That's why I offered to do last Thanksgivinging's turkey on it . You turned the offer down, remember?"
Her: "Yeah, I did, but I didn't know it could turn out like tonights dinner did."
Me (and feeling pretty satisfied by her admitting this): "That rotisserie is pretty cool, eh?"
Her: "It's VERY cool. I think Thanksgiving dinner would be wonderful on it, and I'll help. It looks like it would be fun to cook on it."
It's been nearly 24 hours, and I'm still a bit punchy. Who is this woman?
