One of the many compliments today on my pulled pork. The parents feed the cheerleader/dance team so I cooked an 8.5 lb bb. Put it on at 5pm and was looking to be close at 5-6 am... Leaving at 7am. Woke at 5 to find the butt at 144 degrees. Freaked out. Finish it, be late or throw it away. So I crutched it but it was moving slow even at 400. Pulled it off, cut it in half, crutched and finished at 7 on the dot. The store bought bbq in front of mine was skipped over a lot once folks saw the egged pork. Rave reviews. The juices from the crutch and the Wicker's injection made it.. . Well, that shit was tender and juicy as hell.
Green egg, dead animal and alcohol. The "Boro".. TN