So my Godson turned 4 on Monday, and his mom was gonna' get (inferior, IMHO) Red Hot and Blue bbq for his party (which was today), so I sez "really, instead of my excellent REAL bbq?" and one thing led to another and suddenly I've agreed to make 2 pork butts and a brisket, plus some groovy baked beans featuring my homemade bacon.
So, tho I've never done 2 butts + brisket at one time, since I devour all the info on this site regularly, based on others' experience I figure 20 hours will be ok for a wee 5 lb brisket plus a 6 and 7 pound butt.
So I fire up the WSM and put the meat on at noon on Fri, cuz tho they want to serve it at 11:30 a.m., I need to leave my house at 8:30 a.m. Sat to babysit the kid while his mom and dad get ready for the party. My big fear is that I'll finish way too early and not know how to keep the meat warm until 11:30 a.m. What a silly fear that turned out to be... Ha ha, what a foolish mortal was I.
So my mom and brother came over on Friday afternoon for my first attempt at Raichlen's "dinosaur ribs" (fantastically flavorful beef ribs---an asian five spice-based rub, plus a hoisin sauce-based mop-----wow, how great they were!) and I'm watching the meat temps on the ET-73 climb and climb, maybe to 147 by 5 pm or so. So I'm keeping the grate temps nice and low (in the 230's or lower) cuz I don't want to finish 'em too fast, tho my ET-73 is doing bizarre updates where the grate temp fluctuates in 5 degree jumps----say from 225 on minute to 230 the next, then back to 225).
So I'm thinking these guys are gonna finish wayyyyyyy early. But no....
They hit the 160 plateau around 9:30 or 10 p.m.----and stay there! (I hadn't even peeked at them until 10, when they got their first sop mop/spray with apple juice, depending on who they were.) Even the wee brisket is defiantly hanging at the 160 mark and not budging. So at 5:30 a.m. I add 12 more lit coals and foil the butts. STILL no movement in meat temp. I'm double-checking 'em with my Thermoworks Thermapen and the meat temps that the Maverick is reporting are true.
So out of desperation, at 6:30 a.m. I pull the butts and pop 'em into a 300 degree oven. (The brisket stays in the WSM cuz I don't want to chance drying it out in the oven, and I actually like the brisket with a lower finishing temp.) Thankfully the butt temps start to creep up. So at 7:58 the butts are in the low 170s, and I'm thinking, cool, I've got an hour and a half to go before I have to leave, that will be fine, but NO, I've only got half an hour! So at 8:30 I pack everything into my cooler and head out. It's only a 10 or so minute trip, and by time I arrive the temps have risen another 7 degrees. Yay!
So I pop the foiled butts into my friend's 300 degree oven and hope for the best. (First I create a huge smoke cloud in her house because the foil is leaking where I kept poking it with the thermopen, oops.) But by 10:30 or 10:45, the butts have hit 205 so they join the brisket (which is still in the 160s or maybe 170s at the most, which is ok cuz I like to slice it rather than shred it) in the cooler.
So I pull one pork butt at 11:15 and man it pulls beautifully. PERFECTLY. Gorgeous smoke ring, and super juicy and tender pork. I slice the brisket and despite being so small it seems really tender.
So I'm still sweating it out---will it be deemed ok, or will it suck? But as the folks pass by the food they start saying, Wow, what is that great smell? And tho they run off to see the magician at 12, when they return they descend on the bbq and DEVOUR it like mad! Best yet, they keep asking the hostess where on earth she got this bbq. Hee hee hee, t'was just little ol' me.
So I eventually pull the second butt for the 16 adults and 10 kids, and they still make a huge dent in it. Even the little kids are scarfing down the Q. Nothing but kudos all around. The hostess is happy, I'm puffed up like a peacock, and it's all a happy ending.
Brought some leftovers (there were scant few) to mom, and my brother stopped by, and wow did they rave about how super tender the brisket was and how tasty the pork was. Guess it was all that time in the 160s, "where the magic happens" as you folks say. I'm still shocked that it worked out.
And I'm soooo relieved that the stuff was done on time, by hook or by crook, and that somehow it turned out tasty. Wow. What a stressful night, but what a glorious ending---thanks especially to all the stuff I've learned on this very site. Thanks, everyone!
So, tho I've never done 2 butts + brisket at one time, since I devour all the info on this site regularly, based on others' experience I figure 20 hours will be ok for a wee 5 lb brisket plus a 6 and 7 pound butt.
So I fire up the WSM and put the meat on at noon on Fri, cuz tho they want to serve it at 11:30 a.m., I need to leave my house at 8:30 a.m. Sat to babysit the kid while his mom and dad get ready for the party. My big fear is that I'll finish way too early and not know how to keep the meat warm until 11:30 a.m. What a silly fear that turned out to be... Ha ha, what a foolish mortal was I.
So my mom and brother came over on Friday afternoon for my first attempt at Raichlen's "dinosaur ribs" (fantastically flavorful beef ribs---an asian five spice-based rub, plus a hoisin sauce-based mop-----wow, how great they were!) and I'm watching the meat temps on the ET-73 climb and climb, maybe to 147 by 5 pm or so. So I'm keeping the grate temps nice and low (in the 230's or lower) cuz I don't want to finish 'em too fast, tho my ET-73 is doing bizarre updates where the grate temp fluctuates in 5 degree jumps----say from 225 on minute to 230 the next, then back to 225).
So I'm thinking these guys are gonna finish wayyyyyyy early. But no....
They hit the 160 plateau around 9:30 or 10 p.m.----and stay there! (I hadn't even peeked at them until 10, when they got their first sop mop/spray with apple juice, depending on who they were.) Even the wee brisket is defiantly hanging at the 160 mark and not budging. So at 5:30 a.m. I add 12 more lit coals and foil the butts. STILL no movement in meat temp. I'm double-checking 'em with my Thermoworks Thermapen and the meat temps that the Maverick is reporting are true.
So out of desperation, at 6:30 a.m. I pull the butts and pop 'em into a 300 degree oven. (The brisket stays in the WSM cuz I don't want to chance drying it out in the oven, and I actually like the brisket with a lower finishing temp.) Thankfully the butt temps start to creep up. So at 7:58 the butts are in the low 170s, and I'm thinking, cool, I've got an hour and a half to go before I have to leave, that will be fine, but NO, I've only got half an hour! So at 8:30 I pack everything into my cooler and head out. It's only a 10 or so minute trip, and by time I arrive the temps have risen another 7 degrees. Yay!
So I pop the foiled butts into my friend's 300 degree oven and hope for the best. (First I create a huge smoke cloud in her house because the foil is leaking where I kept poking it with the thermopen, oops.) But by 10:30 or 10:45, the butts have hit 205 so they join the brisket (which is still in the 160s or maybe 170s at the most, which is ok cuz I like to slice it rather than shred it) in the cooler.
So I pull one pork butt at 11:15 and man it pulls beautifully. PERFECTLY. Gorgeous smoke ring, and super juicy and tender pork. I slice the brisket and despite being so small it seems really tender.
So I'm still sweating it out---will it be deemed ok, or will it suck? But as the folks pass by the food they start saying, Wow, what is that great smell? And tho they run off to see the magician at 12, when they return they descend on the bbq and DEVOUR it like mad! Best yet, they keep asking the hostess where on earth she got this bbq. Hee hee hee, t'was just little ol' me.
So I eventually pull the second butt for the 16 adults and 10 kids, and they still make a huge dent in it. Even the little kids are scarfing down the Q. Nothing but kudos all around. The hostess is happy, I'm puffed up like a peacock, and it's all a happy ending.
Brought some leftovers (there were scant few) to mom, and my brother stopped by, and wow did they rave about how super tender the brisket was and how tasty the pork was. Guess it was all that time in the 160s, "where the magic happens" as you folks say. I'm still shocked that it worked out.
And I'm soooo relieved that the stuff was done on time, by hook or by crook, and that somehow it turned out tasty. Wow. What a stressful night, but what a glorious ending---thanks especially to all the stuff I've learned on this very site. Thanks, everyone!