"Dark side of the Egg"

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Someone who was thinking about getting a green egg had written a post to our n'hood "group" site and was asking if it was what it was "cracked" up to be. There were numerous glowing responses as to why he should become an "egghead", but this one was too funny not to share.....
Mike, I noticed that no one discussed the downside of the BGE...So I will discuss the "Dark Side", I am referring to the secret society of the Big Green Egg Cult 'ivators!!! Yes, it is a cult and once you are brain washed you will find yourself immersed in secret discussions in small groups....you have seen them, they stand in the corner of parties or at the pool and are whispering about "rubs", "gizmos", and hickory roasted "Butts"! Yes, it does sound vulgar!!! Beware of it's power on you and how it might affect you and your wife's relationship. We have a friend who's wife calls the BGE..."the other woman" as he is up late at night frequently with it, alledgy fondling the BGE making sure the temperature is right!!! Again, just beware of it's powers...just BEWARE!

RRP

Leigh,
Glad to see no mention of the secret hand-shake nor the dance...

Smokey

Leigh,[p]Seriously, there is a downside. [p]No longer can I enjoy a steak or much other food at restaurants. I've become a food snob. Although my stomach is responding well (keeps getting bigger). [p]I think I'm also a grill snob along with being a charcoal and spices elitist. The butcher/meat cutter at the local market and i are on a first name basis and friend ask me to cook for the butts, brisket, turkey, etc.

StubbyQ

There's a cult? Where do I sign up?

Rumrunner

Leigh, here is "Ceramic Test Pilots", posted by KOC on another bbq forum.[p]",,,, we have it all in perfect priority. It's is "them" who are so pittyfully off base. Those "thems" who have not ventured into our cult. They are prisoners to the complacency of propane, briquetts, and microwaves. Anyone can cook outside in perfect spring or fall weather. But only we can master the elements as we produce works of culinary delight, the likes of which can not be purchased at any retail outlet on this tiny planet. Real masterpieces must be created individually, just as the classic works of art were. We are the ceramic test-pilots. We cook by the seat of our pants without fear. We face fire, smoke, insects, frostbite, loss of facial hair, and permantly scarred knuckels. We don't do it for pay. We do it,,,,, because someone's gotta do it. If for no other reason than to insure the survival of our species. Just take notice,, our species are much healthier looking that those down the street. You know, the skinny ones that love bar-b-que from the market, or smoked meats that come in shrink wrap. Not our offspring! Ours species are spoiled to our knowledge. We are the elite. Surely we cook in the face of death, but look how far it has taken us. And if it were not for us, we, the elite ceramic test-pilot cultists, the earth would be up to its neck in an overflow of domestic chickens, pigs, cows, and fish, not to mention the wild game we convert to masterpieces. We fly without a shute. We soar without a net,,, and we never worry about looking down,, cause, we are nuts! .."[p][p]

Char-Woody

Gasp....!!!!!! We have ingenuity in classic compositions.
Yeeehaaa for K.O.C...thanks for posting.
C~W