Qanteen Update
TEXOKIE revealed...:: We do have the outdoor cooking area on the patio. ::
Cletus leaps from his spinet rendition of Chicago’s “Colour My World” to run out and check (guard!) his sausage in the smoker and his _whole brisket_ in the BBQ.
As he sprints to the outdoor cooking area on the patio, he is heard saying, “Ain’t nobody better be messin’ in MY kitchen! Y’all stay out until the brisket is done; That’ll be another day and a half. Maybe I’ll let The Commander and Chef in for a consult.”
To: TEXOKIE
Qanteen Update
TEXOKIE revealed...:: We do have the outdoor cooking area on the patio. ::
Cletus leaps from his spinet rendition of Chicago’s “Colour My World” to run out and check (guard!) his sausage in the smoker and his _whole brisket_ in the BBQ.
As he sprints to the outdoor cooking area on the patio, he is heard saying, “Ain’t nobody better be messin’ in MY kitchen! Y’all stay out until the brisket is done; That’ll be another day and a half. Maybe I’ll let The Commander and Chef in for a consult.”
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“Color My World?” That sounded real good! I’m glad haffast didn’t eat that one, Cletus!
But don’t worry about your cooker. It’s ok, Cletus! We are putting in ANOTHER semi outdoor cooking area in the new pool/hot tub/ sauna area! The proper cooking of BBQ is a very important function here in our Qanteen! I’m sure the other BBQ/smoking chefs would agree with you!
I’m SURE no one wants to snag the brisket a minute before it is cooked to the falling apart stage that you are noted for! Even though it is tempting...
*texokie tip toes to the cooker while Cletus has his back turned and lifts the lid...she is simply overcome.*
Haffast DID eat it! That was ME playing!.....HEY!....TEXOKIE GET OUT OF THERE!!!!
*texokie startled into next year, drops the lid - but manages to snag just the tiniest little smidge of that delectable smoky crust.....*
CLETUS THIS IS AMAZING!!!!
*texokie, making off with her ill-gotten goods runs from Cletus as he shakes his long cooking fork in her general direction. She doesn’t see it, but he shakes his head and mutters with the tiniest chuckle.*
Good thing THAT piece was done, or I’d really have to DO something about that. Brisket burgler! That’s what she is!
*Cletus stands over the cooker, notices a tiny flame up, and just to get in a good steam and not let it burn the meat, - what’s LEFT of it - he pours a splash of his beer on the flare up to quench the meat damaging flames. He chuckles again because the REAL brisket is tucked along with the sausage in the back of the cooker. No flame ups right there. The piece of brisket texokie sampled is a smaller decoy for such as her. He’s learned a thing or two over the years*