Joe Stephen
New member
I arose via my pre-set alarm clock at 3am to kick off a butt smoke on the WSM. Had everything ready. Butt rubbed and ready, Charcoal ring loaded, chimney pappered on the bottom with 25 K-briqs ready to be lit with a weber fire starter chunk.
Set the butt out of the fridge onto the table to let it warm a bit, stepped into my flip-flops and headed out to the back to light the chimney.
Everything running like clockwork, went back inside flipped on the tube and waited about 15 minutes or so for the coals to get good and glowing. Using the minion method for the smoke and I like the coals I dump on to be good and grey.
Success the coals were perfect. Picked up the weber chimney and carried it over to the WSM and spread the coals nice and even. Then it all went south
All of a sudden I felt this uncontrollable urge to hop around on one foot and weave a string of profanity that could only be wove when one is inspired, truly inspired.
An ash or a small chunk of coal had fallen from the chimney and perched itself squarley on the cutical of my right foot big toe, and once more it had evidently grown fond of that perch because it took more that one Rockett esq leg kick to get it to fly away.
As Richard Pryer said "fire is a motivator they oughta use it in the olympics"
Lesson learned here, Chimney and Flip-Flops DO NOT MIX. Anyone know where I can pick up a set of fireproof boots size 12, oh and make them a triple E extra wide to make room for the bandaged toe
Joe
Set the butt out of the fridge onto the table to let it warm a bit, stepped into my flip-flops and headed out to the back to light the chimney.
Everything running like clockwork, went back inside flipped on the tube and waited about 15 minutes or so for the coals to get good and glowing. Using the minion method for the smoke and I like the coals I dump on to be good and grey.
Success the coals were perfect. Picked up the weber chimney and carried it over to the WSM and spread the coals nice and even. Then it all went south
All of a sudden I felt this uncontrollable urge to hop around on one foot and weave a string of profanity that could only be wove when one is inspired, truly inspired.
An ash or a small chunk of coal had fallen from the chimney and perched itself squarley on the cutical of my right foot big toe, and once more it had evidently grown fond of that perch because it took more that one Rockett esq leg kick to get it to fly away.
As Richard Pryer said "fire is a motivator they oughta use it in the olympics"
Lesson learned here, Chimney and Flip-Flops DO NOT MIX. Anyone know where I can pick up a set of fireproof boots size 12, oh and make them a triple E extra wide to make room for the bandaged toe
Joe