My Big Green Egg is still in transit from the US, but I’ve been getting ready. It’s going on the front deck, in the space currently occupied by our sophisticated home defence unit, pictured below.
I’ve also been spiralling into the barbecue rabbit hole that Justin warned me about in a previous post. I thought I could resist. I thought I was strong enough. I even thought I was doing the right thing, skilling up to match my barbecue chops against the Egg.
I was wrong.
I have just spent more hours than science tells us are contained in single weekend listening to barbecue podcasts, watching Big Green Egg instructional videos, and googling up lengthy treatises on the difference between blue and white smoke. And all of this before I have smoked my first pork butt.
I have decided then to give up on being a writer. There is no time for that anymore.
On the front deck? Where any passing John Q Citizen can smell your great works and seek an invitation to sample the wares? You'll never get a moment's piece, man.
Haven't gone there yet too much but my nephew has. He and some mates have started a BBQ van, food van type thing called Silence of the Hams. He is totally absorbed by it all and I am thinking to call on his services for the next larger gig at ours. Unless JB branches out to catering services.....
wow, such high praise!!! no one ever says that to me.....except all of my BBQ eating tragic friends. they regularly pony up wads of folding stuff for me to buy excessive amounts of meat, only to sit around all day waiting for me to cook up what ever tickles my fancy!
On the front deck? Where any passing John Q Citizen can smell your great works and seek an invitation to sample the wares? You'll never get a moment's piece, man.
You are already trying to work out a Big Green Egg reference into the final Cruel Stars novel, aren't you?
Haven't gone there yet too much but my nephew has. He and some mates have started a BBQ van, food van type thing called Silence of the Hams. He is totally absorbed by it all and I am thinking to call on his services for the next larger gig at ours. Unless JB branches out to catering services.....
wow, such high praise!!! no one ever says that to me.....except all of my BBQ eating tragic friends. they regularly pony up wads of folding stuff for me to buy excessive amounts of meat, only to sit around all day waiting for me to cook up what ever tickles my fancy!
Get yourself a copy of Jess Pryles' Hardcore Carnivore. Totally worth it. If you want wider barbecue books and ideas, you know where to find me, JB.