Yessir, it was an eventful Sunday cook. I had purchased (sucked in to buyin) some boneless baby backs. Yup, you heard it, boneless baby backs. If I buy em again, slim chance, I think I’ll cook em on a stick, searin em to 125 and see how they turn out.
Now this bein the last day of July makes tomorrow the beginnin of Fall, which is August 1. And I wuz doin this big cook with the fake Wibs. I treated em just like Wibs, cept I put a little, ever so lightly dry brine cuz they were pretty thick. Then I put Meatheads Pork Rub on em in the mornin. Fired up the SnS for a 4 1/2 hr cook. Fine & dandy, yessir. That’s when my neighbor across from me starts clankin around with his grill that he had never used before. I’m a watching him closely. He starts by cleaning the grates, yup with some kind of brush. Then he gets a chimney that some one gave him with the grill & fills the bottom with paper. He then ducks inside & out comes a big bag of Matchlite. I had asked him whut he wuz cookin & he said "some burgers". I offered to help. He told me, "I don’t know how to use this thing but I do know how to cook burgers". He proceeds to tell me how he cooks em inside. He puts em on somethin big & flat, "it’s almost like cast iron". Put the burgers on with some fries & stick it in the oven for 6-7 minutes, pull it out & flip em & cook em fer another 6-7 min & they’re done. At that moment I figgered he wasn’t interested in any of my coachin expertise.
So, he lit the chimney, poured the coals out & he got thru 1/2 way of his cook & the coals were spent. I went & got a bag of Kingsford Original & added it to his dying fire so he could finish the 8 & cook another 8 burgers. They were havin a small fam party.
Meanwhile, my neighbor above is out back with a gasser infer red, yessir. He’s a cookin 3 burgs & a skinny steak. He’ on his way to killin his meat when I offer him a thermo pop. I had extra one & thought I would do somethin neighborly. He’s excited & picks the steak up & shoves the thermometer right thru it & exclames "how does this work"? I show him the button & show him where to insert the the needle thing. Unbelievably fortunate fer him it read 135. He didn’t check his Pattie’s & killed em good.
Meanwhilst back at the ranch as Fall was starting to set in, yessir, winter is comin. I brought my fake Wibs to 203 and pulled em. Then, cuz of the "organize yer freezer" post I started cleanin out some, not by eatin ice cream but by gittin some frozen veggies & taters. Not much to look at & the Wibs tasted Ok.
Now this bein the last day of July makes tomorrow the beginnin of Fall, which is August 1. And I wuz doin this big cook with the fake Wibs. I treated em just like Wibs, cept I put a little, ever so lightly dry brine cuz they were pretty thick. Then I put Meatheads Pork Rub on em in the mornin. Fired up the SnS for a 4 1/2 hr cook. Fine & dandy, yessir. That’s when my neighbor across from me starts clankin around with his grill that he had never used before. I’m a watching him closely. He starts by cleaning the grates, yup with some kind of brush. Then he gets a chimney that some one gave him with the grill & fills the bottom with paper. He then ducks inside & out comes a big bag of Matchlite. I had asked him whut he wuz cookin & he said "some burgers". I offered to help. He told me, "I don’t know how to use this thing but I do know how to cook burgers". He proceeds to tell me how he cooks em inside. He puts em on somethin big & flat, "it’s almost like cast iron". Put the burgers on with some fries & stick it in the oven for 6-7 minutes, pull it out & flip em & cook em fer another 6-7 min & they’re done. At that moment I figgered he wasn’t interested in any of my coachin expertise.
So, he lit the chimney, poured the coals out & he got thru 1/2 way of his cook & the coals were spent. I went & got a bag of Kingsford Original & added it to his dying fire so he could finish the 8 & cook another 8 burgers. They were havin a small fam party.
Meanwhile, my neighbor above is out back with a gasser infer red, yessir. He’s a cookin 3 burgs & a skinny steak. He’ on his way to killin his meat when I offer him a thermo pop. I had extra one & thought I would do somethin neighborly. He’s excited & picks the steak up & shoves the thermometer right thru it & exclames "how does this work"? I show him the button & show him where to insert the the needle thing. Unbelievably fortunate fer him it read 135. He didn’t check his Pattie’s & killed em good.
Meanwhilst back at the ranch as Fall was starting to set in, yessir, winter is comin. I brought my fake Wibs to 203 and pulled em. Then, cuz of the "organize yer freezer" post I started cleanin out some, not by eatin ice cream but by gittin some frozen veggies & taters. Not much to look at & the Wibs tasted Ok.
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