There we were; Cody, James, Clint and I had planned smoking a brisket and kicking it for a few weeks and a hangover, a Texas monsoon and spoiled broccoli wasn't going to derail any of our intentions. Speaking of broccoli - broccoli is a lot like anal, you won't like it if it's forced upon you as a kid....whoa, did I go to far there? 0_o Back to the brisket. This bad boy is a monster, got it all rubbed up and ready to be smoked. This is where the fun starts; I soaked the wood a bit to much in lighter fluid so it caught the smoker on fire, that was intense - damn near caught the fence on fire. The fire chilled out, got the temperature down to 210 and threw the hunk of meat on the smoker. Everything was great at this point, the sun was out, beers were flowing and my hangover didn't seem to bad. Things were going great....and then it happened. A freaking monsoon came storming in. "Great Oden's beard this a ton of rain, are we going to need our floaties" says James. Clint said something about Vin Disel being in gay porn which was kind of strange considering we were in the midst of what seemed like a category 4 hurricane, but whatever. Anyways, it's raining and these jackasses are watching me set up a make shift tent while getting pelted by sheets of acid rain.
We get the table, smoker and our cigarettes somewhat protected from the rain, continue our bullshitting and hangout for the next three or four hours while the brisket is smoking. At this point, Cody, James and Clinton are all drinking there beers while my hangover kicks into full gear. It wasn't fun....like getting kicked in your nuts multiple times by Ronda Rousey type not fun. A few hours pass and the rain is still coming down in buckets, freaking Texas spring this year. Cody, James and Clinton are tired of waiting on the brisket to finish smoking and leave around hour five of the smoking process....leaving my hungover ass to finish it by my lonesome. At this point there is literally nothing exciting about smoking this brisket. My brother and friends bounced out, I'm hungover and it's still raining....La Nina, you're such a whore. Hour six passes by and all I want to do is eat....Hour seven arrives and goes and finally it's time to pull the brisket off the smoker. I get the brisket off the smoker, take it inside to cut it up to devour a pound or two of what once was a cow.
I ran to my room to wash my hands and get my mind right on what would be an adventure just in cutting the brisket. I walk back into the kitchen and to my surprise a god damn ninja had cut up half of the brisket for me. I'm not going to lie, I was pretty freaked out that I had a ninja stalking me and cutting brisket in perfect slices. This coupled with a god awful hangover still didn't detour me from giving two shits about a ninja. I finished what the ninja turtles, Bam-Bam, Rocky and Cole didn't....cutting the rest of the brisket.
After eight hours of wanting to lay on the couch and sleep, the brisket was finally completed. I added five or six slices of brisket on my plate and added some Stubbs BBQ sauce....sweet heat whaaaaa.
Game Over.
We get the table, smoker and our cigarettes somewhat protected from the rain, continue our bullshitting and hangout for the next three or four hours while the brisket is smoking. At this point, Cody, James and Clinton are all drinking there beers while my hangover kicks into full gear. It wasn't fun....like getting kicked in your nuts multiple times by Ronda Rousey type not fun. A few hours pass and the rain is still coming down in buckets, freaking Texas spring this year. Cody, James and Clinton are tired of waiting on the brisket to finish smoking and leave around hour five of the smoking process....leaving my hungover ass to finish it by my lonesome. At this point there is literally nothing exciting about smoking this brisket. My brother and friends bounced out, I'm hungover and it's still raining....La Nina, you're such a whore. Hour six passes by and all I want to do is eat....Hour seven arrives and goes and finally it's time to pull the brisket off the smoker. I get the brisket off the smoker, take it inside to cut it up to devour a pound or two of what once was a cow.
I ran to my room to wash my hands and get my mind right on what would be an adventure just in cutting the brisket. I walk back into the kitchen and to my surprise a god damn ninja had cut up half of the brisket for me. I'm not going to lie, I was pretty freaked out that I had a ninja stalking me and cutting brisket in perfect slices. This coupled with a god awful hangover still didn't detour me from giving two shits about a ninja. I finished what the ninja turtles, Bam-Bam, Rocky and Cole didn't....cutting the rest of the brisket.
After eight hours of wanting to lay on the couch and sleep, the brisket was finally completed. I added five or six slices of brisket on my plate and added some Stubbs BBQ sauce....sweet heat whaaaaa.
Game Over.