I've had my PBC for a couple of years now. Cooking with it is now simply automatic. This past weekend I hung a couple of half chickens and did a reverse sear on a couple of filet mignons while the chicken was cooking. When the filet's were 115 internal I whipped them off the PBC, painted them with beef love and tossed them onto a nuclear hot cast iron skillet (gotta love that Viking stove). Got the most beautiful crust on them... They were deep pink from edge to edge when cut into - perfect. The chickens came off a beautiful mahogany color, crispy skin and moisture simply oozing out of them.
As I sat at the table eating I was deeply lost in though marveling at how darn good everything was, and how much I was enjoying every single bite. I'm talking to myself, and daughters and wife were ranting about how good the filets were. It dawned on me that I (and my family) have done exactly this same thing while eating after every cook I've done on the PBC. This has been going on for two years now! Does that feeling of wonderment ever go away? To this day I am simply overwhelmed (in a very good, happy way) by what comes out of that little drum. I pray that sense of wonderment and joy never goes away! Food is life and if I have a vice, this is it.
As I sat at the table eating I was deeply lost in though marveling at how darn good everything was, and how much I was enjoying every single bite. I'm talking to myself, and daughters and wife were ranting about how good the filets were. It dawned on me that I (and my family) have done exactly this same thing while eating after every cook I've done on the PBC. This has been going on for two years now! Does that feeling of wonderment ever go away? To this day I am simply overwhelmed (in a very good, happy way) by what comes out of that little drum. I pray that sense of wonderment and joy never goes away! Food is life and if I have a vice, this is it.








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