Last mid week I started to crave bout getting some much needed cook time in (became so bad I started to have dreams bout it. Ever happen to ya?)
it didn't help much when David Parrish posted a video about chuckies with sns (so all my blame goes to him). I don't have a kettle nor a sns. But I do have a smoker. Now for some chuckies. Now I believe in my local butcher but I also check local papers for a few price saving deals.
Well Wednesday came around and acme came out with some Chuckie steaks on sale. Steaks? They don't know me, my steaks are a min of 1 1/2 in thick hunks of meat and no less. (It's a mental thing that happens when ya eat to much dirt and grass as a kid which is my case)
so the sale started on Friday. Perfect I'll swoop in and attack em right after work and they won't know what hit em.
Friday rolls around and all I think about is cooking some chuckies. (Like a dog after beggin strips)
i get off work and park strategically In acme parking lot in case I have to make a b line out the door in case they feel like they were just robbed.
i go to the meat market and bam, I see em but wait, again, only a 1/4 in thick chuck steak well they did advertise chuck steaks, but not 1/4 inch cuts.
A bead of sweat rolls down my head. I start looking around like a dog that just couldn't catch that tail pipe of the car going down the road. Where is that butcher?
I turn a spot him (which is easy cause he looks like a doctor running around right after a surgery. The only person in the store that has blood on his lab jacket. Not to hard to find. I think they do that first thing in the morning. Ya know a badge of honor). He's out tossing chicken in a center isle bin.
I know I won't bother him, I'll wait by the meat door so when he comes back I'll pounce. Like a hawk watching a rabbit I'm watching his every move as I block the entrance door to his cutting room. He tried to scoot pass me with his cart, but I put the ole block on him. I ask him for some chuck roasts. He ask me how many lbs. his face dropped when I told him 2 5 lb hunks. He says to me that do I realize how thick they were gonna be. Hah! Already ponder that in my dreams!
Why yes, yes I do I replied. He says okay be right back and off he went to his magic room after I let him proceed (mans gotta do what a mans gotta do)
as he preparing em, I'm looking for his briskets which was also advertised as flats.
He came back with a big smile on his face as I saw my 2 baby chuckies in his hand. He goes to tell me how proud he was that he got em so close to 5 lbs each. I told nodded my head to his ramble as I was thinking I don't care, just gimmie, gimmie, gimmie. I tossed em in my cart impressed after I saw how he trimmed em so well. That saved me a step. I asked him bout his briskets and if they were packers. Another dumbfounded look. I had to explain what a packer was. Wrong question. He had no idea. I'm using my hands to describe the point and flat and still no response. Oh why bother I think. He may be good at chuckies and trimming but most def not brisket. I'll pass.
I get home with the intentions of dry brining, but got hungry so I ate then sat down and turned the tv on. Oops mistake. I fell asleep. Mind you I get up at 230 every morning to go to work and even on my days off. Food and tv makes my body go into sleep time.
I wake up and see that it is now 11 pm Friday night. Oops again. Well it's still "the day before" me cooking these babies so let me get to it. I got the dry brine down. Whew, what a relief. The cooks not ruined, yet.
I stay up till around 1 then wonder up into the bed.
I wake up after having another Chuckie dream and feeling like its Christmas. It's now 3 am. Time to assemble te rub, after I have my coffee.
So I lay all my fireboard stuff out in neat rows on the table, make sure the battery's charged, etc. I make the rub and just had enough of both coarse pepper (which if I ran out, and if I turned on the grinder, the better half would of killed me, worse than the last black eye she gave me from doing that, lesson learned...the hard way) and ancho powder. Whew just enough. I'll go to Walmart later which will give me a good excuse to try the fire board away from the house.
so now I'm sitting around waiting for the sun to come up to start.
Here is the dry brine 3 inch thick babies. See how nice and trimmed they were
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And this is after I patted em down with some love rub
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it didn't help much when David Parrish posted a video about chuckies with sns (so all my blame goes to him). I don't have a kettle nor a sns. But I do have a smoker. Now for some chuckies. Now I believe in my local butcher but I also check local papers for a few price saving deals.
Well Wednesday came around and acme came out with some Chuckie steaks on sale. Steaks? They don't know me, my steaks are a min of 1 1/2 in thick hunks of meat and no less. (It's a mental thing that happens when ya eat to much dirt and grass as a kid which is my case)
so the sale started on Friday. Perfect I'll swoop in and attack em right after work and they won't know what hit em.
Friday rolls around and all I think about is cooking some chuckies. (Like a dog after beggin strips)
i get off work and park strategically In acme parking lot in case I have to make a b line out the door in case they feel like they were just robbed.
i go to the meat market and bam, I see em but wait, again, only a 1/4 in thick chuck steak well they did advertise chuck steaks, but not 1/4 inch cuts.
A bead of sweat rolls down my head. I start looking around like a dog that just couldn't catch that tail pipe of the car going down the road. Where is that butcher?
I turn a spot him (which is easy cause he looks like a doctor running around right after a surgery. The only person in the store that has blood on his lab jacket. Not to hard to find. I think they do that first thing in the morning. Ya know a badge of honor). He's out tossing chicken in a center isle bin.
I know I won't bother him, I'll wait by the meat door so when he comes back I'll pounce. Like a hawk watching a rabbit I'm watching his every move as I block the entrance door to his cutting room. He tried to scoot pass me with his cart, but I put the ole block on him. I ask him for some chuck roasts. He ask me how many lbs. his face dropped when I told him 2 5 lb hunks. He says to me that do I realize how thick they were gonna be. Hah! Already ponder that in my dreams!
Why yes, yes I do I replied. He says okay be right back and off he went to his magic room after I let him proceed (mans gotta do what a mans gotta do)
as he preparing em, I'm looking for his briskets which was also advertised as flats.
He came back with a big smile on his face as I saw my 2 baby chuckies in his hand. He goes to tell me how proud he was that he got em so close to 5 lbs each. I told nodded my head to his ramble as I was thinking I don't care, just gimmie, gimmie, gimmie. I tossed em in my cart impressed after I saw how he trimmed em so well. That saved me a step. I asked him bout his briskets and if they were packers. Another dumbfounded look. I had to explain what a packer was. Wrong question. He had no idea. I'm using my hands to describe the point and flat and still no response. Oh why bother I think. He may be good at chuckies and trimming but most def not brisket. I'll pass.
I get home with the intentions of dry brining, but got hungry so I ate then sat down and turned the tv on. Oops mistake. I fell asleep. Mind you I get up at 230 every morning to go to work and even on my days off. Food and tv makes my body go into sleep time.
I wake up and see that it is now 11 pm Friday night. Oops again. Well it's still "the day before" me cooking these babies so let me get to it. I got the dry brine down. Whew, what a relief. The cooks not ruined, yet.
I stay up till around 1 then wonder up into the bed.
I wake up after having another Chuckie dream and feeling like its Christmas. It's now 3 am. Time to assemble te rub, after I have my coffee.
So I lay all my fireboard stuff out in neat rows on the table, make sure the battery's charged, etc. I make the rub and just had enough of both coarse pepper (which if I ran out, and if I turned on the grinder, the better half would of killed me, worse than the last black eye she gave me from doing that, lesson learned...the hard way) and ancho powder. Whew just enough. I'll go to Walmart later which will give me a good excuse to try the fire board away from the house.
so now I'm sitting around waiting for the sun to come up to start.
Here is the dry brine 3 inch thick babies. See how nice and trimmed they were
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And this is after I patted em down with some love rub
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