I’ll be off running errands much of the day (the Rockies, now with Josh Fogg as their number three starter, are all but dead, so it’s time to prep for Broncos season, which means buying a smoker and some of those big foam fingers), so I encourage you to take some time and visit the protein wisdom pub, where the links are plentiful, and the bowls of peanuts just might contain a fantastic toy surprise!
The hot topic over there continues to be TNR’s self-serving defense of (pre)war-coarsened TNR correspondent Scott Beauchamp, but if it’s spider-Collie hybrids or ponies you’re into, that’s covered in some depth, as well.
Which reminds me of a joke I’m about to make up:
Q: How many ponies does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None. That’s what Elizabeth keeps the servants around for.
Now scat and go make me a conch salad, Lupe, or so help me, I’ll take away your shoes again!
What, you don’t already own a smoker? This raises serious questions about your hypermasculinity.
TW: glen Ruthenberg – if that turns out to be the inventor of some BBQ implement, I’m getting a tin foil hat.
You can have my shoes, Jeff. I’m going to climb a tree and learn how to play the flute.
I’m a big fan of the Camerons stovetop smoker. It works great for small batches and meals. Plus, it cleans up nicely.
Who are we to judge those kept barefoot and pregnant? ;-)
As one who treats barbecue as an art form, I personally insist on using a charcoal/wood smoker, but if you’re just after quantities of good smoked meat, go electric.
Don’t tell Steve H. I said so, though.
Charcoal also confers upon the user the absolute authority to hang out in the back yard, with the drink of choice, for the sole purpose of “monitoring the temperature”. Managed 6 chore free Saturday hours a couple weeks back while smoking an 18 lb. pork leg.
Six hours?
That’s all? Man, you weren’t trying hard enough. I stretched my last session out to 16 hours. Of course, starting at 2am kinda sucks….
My better discourages any such activity last more than about 15 minutes. Hadn’t considered getting up anywhere near that early. Weekadays I’m up at 0430 so weekends are for lying in. I will be up early to watch F1, so maybe I’ll do double duty.
I damn near broke a tooth on the “fantastic toy surprise” which, it turns out, is actually what looks to be a chunk of broken and burned PVC, probably from the so-called “area defense system” the ‘dillo insisted on last winter.
Mind you, while I’d agree that high-pressure kerosene makes for fewer intruders, I think my point about the unsuitability of PVC pipe for the delivery system is pretty much proved.
Stupid rat.
SB: such dormant
I can’t wait to hear how the smoked foam fingers turn out!