May 06, 2004
I know you aint talkin' 'bout my chicken....
Well folks, there's a BBQ contest a-brewing here in blogland. Seems some other blogger believes that some electric contraption can make smoked beer butt chicken better than the original, authentic real fire smoker.
Now, I'm not criticizing the other blogger, 'cause, well, not only is he a damn fine blogger but he wrote a cookbook as well. But, you see, while I dont have the mastery of all the culinary arts, there is one thing that I do and do very well when it comes to cooking. I can smoke. You name it, Ive smoked it.
So, Steve, come on my man, me and my Fred Flinstone era smoker are ready to take on your pansy 'lil 'lectric smoky thingy.
UPDATE:To be a bit cliche:
Garage sale charcoal smoker: $5
20 lbs charcoal: $10
5 lbs mesquite wood chips: $5
Handily beating your buddy's nasty electrically smoked beer butt and handing it to him on a platter: Absolutely Priceless
Posted by Val Prieto at May 6, 2004 02:17 PM
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Comments
You in a heap of trouble, boy.
Posted by: Steve H. at May 6, 2004 02:23 PM
Lord...time to put up the storm windows. There's a ruckus brewin'.
Posted by: J.Scott Barnard at May 7, 2004 06:43 AM
Oh, please..
This is somewhat analogous to the drinking contests sponssored by the local frats on a Friday night.
Sort of a "quien es mas macho?" done with poultry instead of sex-in-a-canoe beer.
Posted by: MunDane at May 7, 2004 10:36 AM
MunDane, you are a HERETIC! Off with your head!
Posted by: J.Scott Barnard at May 7, 2004 11:13 AM
When food is involved, real fire always wins.
Posted by: Ian S. at May 8, 2004 12:40 AM
Gee, I thought when wood chips burned, it WAS real fire.
Posted by: Steve H. at May 8, 2004 08:18 PM
