Mad Max
is One Chatty Farker
- Joined
- Mar 17, 2008
- Location
- Fort Mill, SC
Thaw out a small whole chicken for the wife and me. Rubbed it with some homemade rub and back in the fridge for a couple of hours. During this time, power goes out twice, weather is 93 degrees and with the heat index it felt like 102 (as per our local tv weatherman). The bird went in the cooler, with ice to maintain a safe temperature. Lights cam back, after an hour an half. It was about 4:30, and the skies were blue, with fluffy white clouds. Finally, got the kettle ready w/ kingsford and cherry wood, set up for indirect heat. We put the chicken on the beer can rack, and closed the lid. About 20 minutes, into the cook, the windy starts picking up. The sky is still blue.
The wind started kicking about 20 or so mph. I look up and see a dark cloud slowly moving towards us. Here is where the wife starts to hear the thunder. Then the lightning sparks in the far, far, far away sky. At this point, I start to try and out last the storm. Chicken has been on for about 30 mins, cloud seems like it is travelling due east, at a seemingly slow pace. Here is where the high school weather lesson which I slept through would be effective, but instead, I do what we all do best, I push my luck and hope the bird will cook before the downpour starts.
ray: The wife start getting a little nervous ( mainly, cause I have a heart pump, powered by batteries and it isn't the best idea to be out during a storm of any kind). The thunder starts getting louder and closer, I am still trying to beat the clock. My loyal faithful dog runs in the house and looks back at me, like good luck. I finally felt I was at the point of no return. I pull the bird head in the house, close the kettle down. The minute I stepped foot indoors the rain starts. I get this look from the wife...:mad2:. I figure a true BBQ'er must finish his cook, so I probe the bird and it is at 155, I get the oven going and sauce the bird to finish it. After all was said and done, we had a great dinner and we shared a laugh at my account. What can I say, it's in my blood! Thanks for listening. :-D
The wind started kicking about 20 or so mph. I look up and see a dark cloud slowly moving towards us. Here is where the wife starts to hear the thunder. Then the lightning sparks in the far, far, far away sky. At this point, I start to try and out last the storm. Chicken has been on for about 30 mins, cloud seems like it is travelling due east, at a seemingly slow pace. Here is where the high school weather lesson which I slept through would be effective, but instead, I do what we all do best, I push my luck and hope the bird will cook before the downpour starts.
ray: The wife start getting a little nervous ( mainly, cause I have a heart pump, powered by batteries and it isn't the best idea to be out during a storm of any kind). The thunder starts getting louder and closer, I am still trying to beat the clock. My loyal faithful dog runs in the house and looks back at me, like good luck. I finally felt I was at the point of no return. I pull the bird head in the house, close the kettle down. The minute I stepped foot indoors the rain starts. I get this look from the wife...:mad2:. I figure a true BBQ'er must finish his cook, so I probe the bird and it is at 155, I get the oven going and sauce the bird to finish it. After all was said and done, we had a great dinner and we shared a laugh at my account. What can I say, it's in my blood! Thanks for listening. :-D
