I am a fucking god.
Spent Sunday smoking a brisket. Over 10 pounds of prime meat exposed to nothing but mild heat from Steakhouse charcoal and the smoke from chunks of hickory. Well, there was a dry rub involved. And a mop. And some random curses hurled at yuppies and squirrels. It took about 11 hours to finish it, which is sort of disappointing because I really wanted to have time to visit with Amanda since she came in from Cambridge for the holiday. We don’t get to see her often enough. The last time she was here was for my surgery. The other girls were here as well, except for Larissa. She shows common sense at the oddest times.
That’s one of the nice things about smoking as opposed to grilling: you have time to sit, visit and bullshit.
Today I trimmed off the burnt ends and blackened fat and re-introduced them to the smoker for a couple of low & slow hours. About two cups of them wound up in a pot of beans that are now in a 350f oven for an hour along with sundry other goodies.
You know if it takes three days to produce a dish of food it has to be oh, yum.
Adore me.
Tags: aggravating colon cancer, barbecue, brisket, Kansas City style beans, smoking
April 7, 2010 at 2:08 am |
They say you are what you eat. I say you are what you cook and how you cook it.
April 7, 2010 at 3:00 am |
Damn. You can come to Boston and repeat that feat anytime.