Today is only the second time since Bailey arrived on the scene that I've used my smoker. She's not even five months old yet and I just couldn't deal with her being around the hot smoker.
This was also the second time that I've smoked a brisket. The first one was good, but I wanted to try a new recipe for marinade and rub.
I used a marinade recipe that I found online. It has orange juice, lime juice, lemon juice, soy sauce, and olive oil. The rub came from Stuart's Spices, a local store that mixes up their spices on site. I have been satisfied with everything I have bought from them and they are very customer service oriented.
Surprisingly, this time, I found Bailey was actually afraid of the smoker! That is not her usual personality!
If you have never tried smoking meat, just DO IT! For a long time, I was afraid to try it. It seemed complex and beyond my skill set. NONSENSE! Anyone can easily learn to be a pro at it. The results are just fantastic. I have never had a failure yet and this is my second year as Master Meat Smoker of Doncaster Rd!!!
Sometimes it is the little, unplanned things, insignificant things really, that can bring joy. Tonight, my cousin, Rita and I were texting about something current and totally unrelated. . . but one thing led to another and it led me to remember things that happened decades ago - even before Rita was born!
My mother was dysfunctional. . . I was raised in very rigid circumstances. Many, many years ago, my cousin, Gwen (Rita's mom) and I would go fishing. Now all Gwen had to do was throw her line in the water, not even three feet away from mine, and immediately, the fish would bite her line, while I sat waiting for a nibble.
There was a pond across the street from where my grandparents lived in rural Alabama. So one morning, I woke up just as dawn approached. I decided on a whim, to get up and go fishing. There was a small row boat on the shore. I took my fishing pole and bait, got in the boat and went out to the middle of the pond. I sat there fishing, minus any bites from fish, for I don't know how long. What I wanted was to catch a fish, all by myself. It was peaceful and quiet. . . . until my mother woke up and discovered I was missing.
Somehow, in my adolescent mind, I enjoyed seeing her go ballistic. For once, I had dominion over her. I had done something she couldn't control. "SHERRY, get back over here RIGHT NOW."
Part of me wanted to ignore her. But in those 1950's days in the South, I knew better.
Was that the beginning of my free spirit mindset, of taking control over my own destiny, of standing up to whatever authority clashed with me, of making my own way in the world, no matter what my parents, or anyone else, thought and no matter what obstacles I encountered?
Born and raised in Pensacola, Florida (Escambia High Class of '66), I have lived in Rochester, NY since 1974. Throughout my blog, in pictures and words, I will share my journey through life. I am a person with many interests, traveling, bicycling, kayaking and canoeing, sporting clays, target shooting, spending time with family, friends, and my Labrador Retrievers, Morgan and Bailey, smoking meat in my Weber smoker, to name just a few. I am a Conservative Republican and a strong believer in Second Amendment Rights. Feel free to stop by often and leave a comment. I enjoy hearing from those who find their way to my blog and through blogging, I've made friends all over the world.