mcopado
Lit's Resident Reverend
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Ladies & Gents, show the "meat you love to beat!"
Though I prefer to use a long "dry rub" on mine actually
http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mcopado/Meat.jpg
I like to cook it slowly until the juice runs out...
Especially with Hickory and applewood.
They say it's "not the meat it's the motion," "length doesn't matter as long as you can fit it in your mouth" and that women really love a man who knows how to "cook."
So do you like to "Pound your veal," or stick your big "bratwurst" between a nice tight bun?
So show us that juicy "tubesteak" you grilled over the long weekend, or your favorite "Big Buford."
But for god sakes, don't be chicken....You don't wanna get smoked do you?
http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mcopado/smoker.jpg
Back in Missouri, in seminary, my cottage mate Bill and I shared a passion for cooking as our creative outlet from the endless hours of study, prayer and medition, and the sheer numbing boredom of living in an isolated rural setting...
We had three day weekends, so on Fridays, we'd whip up homemade baignets and some chicory coffee, then we'd drive 45 minutes or so to the Kansas City Farmer's market and load up on meat and produce...We even cultivated the friendship of this cajun who would come up every week with a refrigerated truck full of anything you can imagine...un cured hams, whole goats , pigs, lambs, and steaks..the freshest chickens you've ever tasted...Or we'd get some fresh buffalo meat...
We'd bring it home and break out the rubs and marianades and get everything ready... Then on Saturdays, year round we'd load up my coleman smoker (and sometimes borrow a neighbors and stack two on top of each other), load it up with Hickory, apple juice and sometimes cherry or apple wood if we could get some.
If the weather was nice we'd put our dining room table up on the lawn of our cottage, and study for the 10-12 hours the stuff needed to smoke. And blast Reggae or the great KC NPR music programming out our window.
Then as it got towards dinner time, imagine this, we'd suddenly be surrounded by other students, retreat people, visiting ministers, and theweekend security people (who always came "thinking the place was on fire," even after we fed them the first time.)
When we'd double stack the smoker, they'd say they came to see if we elected the next "pope" yet.
We'd end up making several pounds of Garlic Mashed potatos, & roasted corn. Smetimes we'd break out our homemade potato chips. One of our classmates from Cuba would bring over a big pot of black beans. Someone would bring tortillas or a sheet cake and we'd feast hardy....
Or Bill would make a couple of pies or I'd do a hot cobbler for dessert instead.
The only thing we couldn't officially have on the grounds was booze...though occasionally the granddaughter of the founder of Unity, Rosemary Fillmore would drive up (she was in her 70's and lived behind our cottage) with a couple of bottles of wine...Hey how could we say no to that?
And we'd have amazing leftovers for the next week until we'd do it again...
So guys (and gals) show me what you got?
Any kinda food porn works!
Though I prefer to use a long "dry rub" on mine actually
http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mcopado/Meat.jpg
I like to cook it slowly until the juice runs out...
Especially with Hickory and applewood.
They say it's "not the meat it's the motion," "length doesn't matter as long as you can fit it in your mouth" and that women really love a man who knows how to "cook."
So do you like to "Pound your veal," or stick your big "bratwurst" between a nice tight bun?
So show us that juicy "tubesteak" you grilled over the long weekend, or your favorite "Big Buford."
But for god sakes, don't be chicken....You don't wanna get smoked do you?
http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mcopado/smoker.jpg
Back in Missouri, in seminary, my cottage mate Bill and I shared a passion for cooking as our creative outlet from the endless hours of study, prayer and medition, and the sheer numbing boredom of living in an isolated rural setting...
We had three day weekends, so on Fridays, we'd whip up homemade baignets and some chicory coffee, then we'd drive 45 minutes or so to the Kansas City Farmer's market and load up on meat and produce...We even cultivated the friendship of this cajun who would come up every week with a refrigerated truck full of anything you can imagine...un cured hams, whole goats , pigs, lambs, and steaks..the freshest chickens you've ever tasted...Or we'd get some fresh buffalo meat...
We'd bring it home and break out the rubs and marianades and get everything ready... Then on Saturdays, year round we'd load up my coleman smoker (and sometimes borrow a neighbors and stack two on top of each other), load it up with Hickory, apple juice and sometimes cherry or apple wood if we could get some.
If the weather was nice we'd put our dining room table up on the lawn of our cottage, and study for the 10-12 hours the stuff needed to smoke. And blast Reggae or the great KC NPR music programming out our window.
Then as it got towards dinner time, imagine this, we'd suddenly be surrounded by other students, retreat people, visiting ministers, and theweekend security people (who always came "thinking the place was on fire," even after we fed them the first time.)
When we'd double stack the smoker, they'd say they came to see if we elected the next "pope" yet.
We'd end up making several pounds of Garlic Mashed potatos, & roasted corn. Smetimes we'd break out our homemade potato chips. One of our classmates from Cuba would bring over a big pot of black beans. Someone would bring tortillas or a sheet cake and we'd feast hardy....
Or Bill would make a couple of pies or I'd do a hot cobbler for dessert instead.
The only thing we couldn't officially have on the grounds was booze...though occasionally the granddaughter of the founder of Unity, Rosemary Fillmore would drive up (she was in her 70's and lived behind our cottage) with a couple of bottles of wine...Hey how could we say no to that?
And we'd have amazing leftovers for the next week until we'd do it again...
So guys (and gals) show me what you got?
Any kinda food porn works!
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