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| Smoker Joe Build your own using the plans found HERE @ the Virtual Weber Bullet site. That's right kiddies. You jam a tamale steamer betwixt the ends of a Weber Smokey Joe after some power tool action and you have a meat smoking implement. No more hanging your head in shame. It is an impressive little smoker! I've been having a lot of fun with mine. Today we grilled 5 burgers and 8 bratwurst using it like a normal Smokey Joe. Once Lunch was cooked the center section was put in place with 3 big assed hunks of hickory and a behemoth rack of spare ribs and a chicken are now smoking away. Woohoo! |
Monday, July 18, 2011
Build Your Own Smoker
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Dude! Does this mean you're back? I'd love that.
Also, I wrote you a poem.
The cast iron pan speaks
You bought me at an estate sale for ten dollars
and a promise to treat me well – to use me for your bacon,
your sweet omelets, your occasional loaf of sourdough,
to trust me, oil-slicked and ready for you. You promised
to guard me from soap.
In my life before you, I lived
on nail next to the stove for easy access
until she couldn’t lift me from my hook.
We all make sacrifices for the aging. I swear, she purposely
kept her eyes from me every time she broke out the Teflon,
guilty in the way it could skitter across a burner like a singed butterfly.
It was how I knew she missed me.
I am secretly high-maintenance, despite my tortoise exterior.
I was born liquid, in fire, forged by men’s hands, and passed
to a lifetime of women. I will always long for that heat.
I demand hot-oil massages,
with salt; I like a good exfoliation, some reassurance that I won’t
be abandoned to rust.
When your friends, or your parents,
or your grandparents ask you why you bother with something
that needs so much care, remind them
of their first cars, their best shoes, anything they cared for with loving hands
in the hopes it would outlive them.
Treat me well, and I will always be slick for you, generations
of butter, lard and oil shining under the stovelight.
When you leave me hanging on the rack above the sink,
the sound of me gently swinging and tapping each other pan
is a love song to you.
"Dude! Does this mean you're back?"
Maybe occasionally.
I doubt I'll go back to weekly posts 'cause I found that to be tedious as hell after a while.
Imagine my surprise and delite to see this post!
Even if it's only occasional, I'm happy!
Please don't ever leave us again.
WOOHOOO glad to see a new post. Thanks
Thanks for the comments.
I've played with the idea of doing another grilling/smoking blog since that is really how I cook most days.
IF I did it you can bet that it won't be on Blogger. Google pissed me off which accounts for some of my absence.
Let me know what you think.
Wow...that is awesome!
C'mon, give us a clue where to find you if you won't use Blogger. Better yet, put up with the annoyance and keep posting. Please.
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