Monday, August 6, 2018

I'm Smoking Again

I quit smoking on August 18, 1989 - right around 6 months before my son was born. Being a stage 4 throat cancer survivor - you would think I would not go back to it. Well, I started smoking again today.

This time though it's not cigarettes but a pork shoulder (actually half of a boned one) on Brendan's smoker. When he moved to AR, his smoker stayed here. Since he left, I think I used it once, maybe twice at most, other than today. Anyway, I have had a 3.5 pound or so chunk of pork on the damned thing at about 225 to 250 degrees Fahrenheit since 530 this evening. That makes it 5 1/2 hours as I type. Its internal temp is supposed to hit 180 to be done, or 190 to be fall apart done. It was just under 160 last time I looked.

Darned thing is taking forever but I am enjoying my burning eyes, my toasted knuckles, the hacking as if I was smoking cigarettes again and smelling like I just crawled out of the cellar of burned down log cabin after surviving the fire there. I am praying it will be done by the witching hour. Whenever it is done though, I know what I am having with my eggs tomorrow morning.

All the best,
Glenn B