I was so excited! I got a new smoker/roaster/grill thing. Yes, that is the technical name. I have wanted a smoker for a while now. No, it really doesn’t take much to excite me. Anyway, I get it, The Captain and I put it together -he wants nothing to do with it BTW. Its propane and he’s a charcoal guy. Plus he’s afraid I’m going to blow up the house.
Meal #1 I want to smoke a brisket. The Captain and I sat down the night before to tests rubs, not wanting anything to take away from this delicious meal I was going to make. The next morning I get up and get ready to throw the meat in, when the ever methodical Captain read the instruction manual. He always does that. Its very annoying and it slows me down. We (he) gets the thing all seasoned and ready to go, so I put the meat in, on low and stretched out for a nap figuring I had a while. An hour and a half later we peek in on it, and see that its turned to the color and consistency of charcoal. It’s burned after an hour and a half.
The next day I decided to put a chicken in, and thinking that an hour and a half on low burned the beef, the chicken would not take as long on high. After an hour I pulled it out, checked the temp and put it back in for a while. I then got it out about 20 mins later figuring it HAD to be done, cut it up, and…. RAW.
This thing is going to be my nemesis. I’ll keep you posted who wins round three.
Between this thing, and me locking The Captain and I outside in the rain with the phones and dogs inside, I was never so glad to see a Monday.