Friends, it’s cookout season.
Now, there’s few things I enjoy more this time of year than cooking up a big ol’ piece of meat. I’ll take any excuse I can to fire up the smoker. Fourth of July? Smoking meat. Neighborhood block party? Smoking meat. Friends or family visiting? Smoking meat. Kid’s birthday party? Oh, you better believe I’m smoking meat. If I’ve got a day to play with and even halfway-decent weather, there’s a darn good chance I’m throwing on a pork butt, a rack of ribs, or maybe even a brisket if I’m feeling ambitious.
(Side note: I have a standing arrangement with a co-worker to text each other whenever we see that brisket is on especially deep sale at Kroger, something that happens two or three times a year. It is the most pure and rewarding workplace relationship I have ever had and I got a 15-pounder the other day for $31.)
ANYWAYS, I love the big piece of meat, but that’s not what I want to talk about today.
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