Home. Friday afternoon. Greeted by wife, 3 yo daughter, and a promising brisket 12hrs in to nirvana now at 187 deg with a dome that wife and daughter held effortlessly at 250. Wisp of aroma and smoke escape the Daisy vent, the sounds of Navy jets screaming home to Pensacola NAS right over head, and an ice cold beer in my mug.
You think I ain't smiling huge!
To paraphrase Hank Jr.: I got the meat on the Egg, the beer on ice, and all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight......yes, sar