What the hell, its harmles fun

My branding iron arrived this morning, and pretty good it looks too! I have for now given up on the idea of trying to build a smoker on bits I can find lying around, its too far into the season for that. So with my credit card at the ready I went hunting the net for a decent ready made smoker. After some reasearch I decided I was going to buy a Brinkman, they seem to give the best guarantees on their products. Two hours later and one credit card begging for mercy and I am now awaiting delivery of my very own Brinkman Cimmaron Ltd edition smoker. (See photo in gallery alongside a pic of the grill I use) It has to be said its a beast and with a 75 year guarantee it should be here long after I am gone. That alone makes it worth every penny. Exactly how I am going to pay for it is another matter entirely but I am sure it will all be worth it in the end.

A pratice run for the spit has been scheduled for the weekend of the English May bank holiday. Its now Thursday 17th May and I have nine days to have the spit up and running and so far I am on schedule. All being well a huge chunk of pig will be ordered next Tuesday and delivery should be on the Friday giving me two days for marinating and creating dry rubs etc. I am still waiting for the beancounter to stitch up the dungarees (well she did offer). Combined with my grillslinger, my machette (for chopping up bits of wood for the smoker) and my branding iron, hat and dark glases I should look like the ultimate pro and ready for anything. My gut feeling is I will look like a right twat but what the hell its all good harmless fun.

Cold Steel!!!

The steel was delivered to Ted Magnums this morning and some major design changes were decided upon. As a result the welding is now finished and the steel is now in the process of being painted in a fetching shade of black for the lower stanchions and silver for the upper with the roller bearing caps being finished in red. It may not be professional but it looks good and is as Heath Robinson as we can get it. The target of it being ready for the May bank holiday is looking good and a quarter pig for practise is on target. Photographs of the finished assembly will be placed in the gallery as soon as a working model has been constructed. All in all its amazing what you can do with some pre planning, determination and some cold steel!!!

ETA May Bank Holiday

I managed to pick up the steel I ordered yesterday, so far so good. The bad news is the estimate I was given was wildly out and for what I thought was going to cost me 25 pounds actually cost me 50. The construction will start some time next week when Ted Magnum has practised with the welding kit he bought from EBAY. Things are still looking good for it to be ready and up and running for the May bank holiday. With this in mind I think its time to go and stock up the beer supplies in anticipation.

Gone but not forgotten

Todays news headlines have been about little else other than Tony Blairs decision to stand down as Prime minister or should that be presidente? I have never met the man and to the best of my knowledge he has never done me any personal harm but amid all the glowing and gushing tributes I cant help but harbour reservations about his so called legacy and I am not sorry he is going.

As he once said when he first came into power, "you cant be in office for so many years and get everything wrong".  Personally I cant see what he got right that either directly or indirectly affected me, all I have to go one is the list of things I believe he got horribly wrong. He did not put right all the wrongs the previous government had got wrong and our ship yards and heavy industries still lie in ruins. Our national border controls are an embarrassing international joke. Our prisons are overcrowded despite crime rising substantially and some judges saying they wont put prisoners away because there is no space. At least 8000 places in prisons could be created tomorrow if all the foreign criminals were deported.

Political correctness is out of all proportion as is the lack of ability to administer discipline along with any pretence that respect for anything other than gun law and violence actually exists. Add this to a disastrous war in Iraq over none existent WMD and allegations of sleaze and honours for sale with cronism and media spin. No I am certainly not sorry he is going and as soon as I am able I will be leaving this country too. Its sad because I believe myself to be fiercely patriotic and its a shame that some one has been allowed to run the country of my birth into what I believe is a state of non repair. If any of my ex pat mates are reading this, let it be a sad reminder of why you left in the first place, its even worse now than when you first departed. Like Tony Blair you are gone but not forgotten

April showers are late this year

Sunday… oh bloody Sunday. Well the bits I remember were good anyway! After a few beers at the pub prior to picking up the bean counters car from the night before and then speaking to the Tiler on the phone with a few more beers, I decided to spark the grill up and invite a few friends around. This is where it gets a bit hazy. I decided I desperately needed a machete for the purpose of chopping up small logs to go in the smoker. I contacted my mate Ted Magnum who duly turned up with a selection for me to try out. The instructor came along with a mutual friend and his wife. It seems everyone ducked when ever I drew the machete out of its scabbard but I discoverd it did indeed do the job and for an hour or so as I was knocking back Bourbon and coke I pretended I was Errol Flyn at his swashbuckling best until someone took the big knife away and hid it. I must admit not only does it chop trees, logs and small branches, its sharp enough to cut a steak. It now has pride of place on my Grilslinger utility belt and will get used on many occasions during this years season.

So onto today. I got up early this morning, this being my day off work, and went and ordered the steel for the spit. Ted magnum and myself then went to the beancounters place of work and loaded up a trailer of hewn timber which had been chopped down from the surrounding woodland. There was so much we went back for another trailer full. I dont remember having so much fun chopping trees down and there is at least another trailer full of timber to be picked up at another date. There is to be a big barby at Ted’s place sometime this year when we test out the spit and we need a big bonfire to accompany the proceedings. It would appear that at the last one Ted had he managed to burn over a ton of dried and seasoned logs in a period of five or so hours. Ted does not do small fires, no these are more like pyres and huge at that.

I pick the steel up tomorrow evening and then with the aid of Teds welding gear we will attempt to assemble the final article. I am convinced my design will work and be strong enough for a 160 pound pig. We intend to address the problem of motorising the spit when its built. If we use a 240 volt motor then we are limited to where we can use the thing as we will be bound by the lenght of electricty cable. Ideally what we need is a 12 volt motor with lots of torque that wont drain a decent car battery in a few hours. With two batteries we should be able to make it through the end of the session before each is flat. Well that is the reasoning anyway. The spit should be built by the weekend and we can cross the bridge that is the motor issue a few days after that. More news as it happens. PS its raining and has been for the last few days with lots more to come, the April showers are late this year!

Cook em Dano…

I just remembered, a decision was taken, mainly by me but with just as much enthusiasm by my drunken mates, that the theme for this years season will be redneck country hicks. Mainly because we are going to be smoking so much stuff (no, not drugs) and roasting a whole pig and drinking lots of Bourbon we decided that we should use a Southern US dress code. This means cut down dungarees and straw hats for the guys and plenty of gingham and kerchief neck ties for the women. Hats are optional but the music will be American blues.

The following year, if any of us are still left, we are going for the Hawaiin them. Food will be pigs and pineapple, Mailbu and the dress codes will be grass skirts and garlands for the women, nothing else mind except for come hither smiles and maybe some Channel No 5, and garish shirts and long shorts for the guys. Obviously this seemed like a great idea when we were all three sheets to the wind and it remains to be seen if we pull it off or not but keep a look out for new photos in the gallery.

Cook em Dano……

Move over John Wayne

Hi again, I know I sometimes bang the drum for the “Save the planet” mob, but after my smoker arrived, I knew I would not be able to power it with gas. I went to my local hardware store and priced up some charcoal which is something I have not done for a long time. It was with some sadness that I discovered that sustainable charcoal from managed copse’s is something like three times the cost of charcoal that does not. This caused something of a panic as it was then down to conscience over costs and my pockets are not very deep. I wish I could afford to be “green” but the charcoal has completely priced me out of it and any credentials I may have had have now been blown away by my lack of resources to be “green”. Anyway until I become a man of means I shall continue to use charcoal at a price I can afford.

On the plus side a delivery wagon turned up on my doorstep this morning with my grillslinger. For more details please go to this site, http://www.grillslinger.com , if only to see what I am on about and no I am not endorsing this product but it looks so cool I just had to have one. After trying it on and adjusting the belt for comfort I drew the speed tongs out of the holster and practised pulling the knife and the speed pro burger turner out of the holsters. Only time will tell if this thing really works and is of some use or is more of a novelty. As usual I will keep you lot informed with regular updates and details but I must admit that with a decent leather hat I could honestly say “Move over John  Wayne“. ………

 

 

 

Smoking or smouldering?

Sunday morning arrived and with the sunshine cracking the flags I sparked up the new Brinkman smoker. Its only small but for the amount of meat I intended to cook I figured it would do the job. I had previously marinaded some ribs in “Kansas City Sloppy Rib dry rub”. I had also marinaded a pork shoulder in some “Jakes Boss Barbecue Rub”. To compliment the dry rubs I took some of the rib rub and placed it in a pan alonside come cider, bourbon and liquid smoke and boiled it til it was runny, I did the same with the pork rub but ommitted the Bourbon.

At 11am I lit the smoker and filled the water tray and placed some wood chips in it and waited for the smoker to come up to temperature. This took nearly an hour and it was noon before any meat entered the compartments in the smoker. One of the design flaws with the Brinkman is that there is only one door into the cooking compartment and this only allows you access to top up the fuel grate. To baste any of the meat you need to remove the lid and take out whatever food is in the top cooking rack and then remove the rack to get at any food on the lower rack. While this does not require any huge physical effort it does mean that a lot of heat is lost while the lid is off. The meat took some five hours to cook and then it was quite rare, safe to eat but too rare for some of the people who had called around for a demonstration and a taste test. Another side effect of a smoker is you have to have understanding neighbours. It does what it says on the tin, it produces smoke, lots of it.

Bearing this in mind a larger smoker is required with easier access to the food and one that doe not lose as much jeat when you open the cooking compartment for testing and basting. I have decided that this particular smoker will only be used occasionally as it is too slow and small for large gatherings. I have also noticed I have not seen any of my neighbours on either side since I lit it on Sunday morning. It looks like while I have been smoking they have been smouldering. I will have to ask them around to the next one.

Branding irons

The summer is almost here and judging by the weather records its going to be a hot one. Bearing this in mind I cleaned up the grill, sorted out the garden and last weekend started to create culinary alchemy aided of course by a few beers or so. I have now made so many different things using so many different rubs and marinades that I have forgotten which ones worked and which ones didnt. So I am going to (hopefully) write the name of the marinades and rubs etc along with what cuts of meat I used with the results, good or bad, and use this blog as a record.

Last week I cooked a brisket marinaded in Stubbs beef marinade for 24 hours and then used Willys onederfuel dry rub and smoked it in a roasting tray on my grill for 4 hours. I used wet wood chips wrapped in silver foil to give it some smokey taste and basted it with Stubbs till it was cooked. The result was fantastic and the meat just fell apart and was served sliced and pulled in sandwhiches. I also cooked some chicken portions in the same manner on the grill but I used a bourbon marinade and baste. The marinade consisted of Soy sauce, Whiskey (because I had run out of Bourbon), lots of garlic and spices and some liquid smoke to compensate for the lack of Bourbon. Again this was deemed a great success by all those who tried it. For the coming weekend I am smoking some ribs and a pork shoulder. Naturally I will let you all know how it went.

Due to circumstances all attempts at building a smoker have been suspended and so during the week I bought a Brinkman smoker and I hope to use this instead of the grill for smoking large chunks of meat. Feeling rather pleased with myself and to the great hilarity and amusement in some quarters I also ordered a Grillslinger (check it out on Google) some rib racks for cooking ribs, a meat thermometer and for sheer indulgence I have ordered a steak branding iron with my initials in the brand. Is that class or what?

Old friends and the smell of death

OK, back to normal or almost! I took mum to the nearest eye hospital yesterday and she was seen by a professor no less who after scanning her eye and taking several ultra sound photographs commented, that he thought the spot behind her retina was a blood spot but could not be sure, that he would he would like to see her in six weeks time to measure the spot and see if it had grown any bigger. We are still in the lap of the gods.

After coming home and trying to relax, you need to after trying to park where I have just been, I went into the garden and spotted some old friends. For the last few years a pair of collared doves have been nesting at the bottom of my garden in an old silver birch tree. They have been coming here for quite some time each spring and raising chicks. I know its almost summer when I see them flying about. A few years ago I noticed a young collared dove chick walking about in the garden looking slightly bemused and bewildered. It was being stalked by one of my cats, Claws. Claws was a wily old male cat some 16 years of age and the lord of all he surveyed, this being to the bottom of my garden and possibly a couple of others. Claws was probably quite bemused by fresh meat walking around his turf and I expect sensed an easy snack. In the grand scheme of things I should have left things alone and left nature to its course but when the young chick had hopped onto the rubbish bin into comparitive safety and looked at me with big innocent eyes I felt I had to do something. I knocked on the tilers door, cos he bred budgies and knew a thing or two about birds, and said what would you do? He replied put it in a box with some water and some seed and let it have a good rest and it will probably be all right in the morning, Its just traumatised and tired and lost.

So I put the young bird in a box with water and seed and placed a lid on the box to stop him escaping and then put the box in the garden shed out of any harms way. The following morning the young chick looked quite perky and I took him out of the box and placed him on a table in the garden. I figured if he needs to get into the air then the best thing he could have is a bit of a runway, like an aircraft carrier, and a little bit of a drop so he can soar into the air and back to his folks in the silver birch tree. I left him to it and went inside to make some breakfast. Venturing back outside some 15 minutes later I noticed Claws sat on the back door step with a sheepish grin and some grey feathers hanging from his mouth. In an instant the awful truth dawned upon me that Claws had captured the bird and decided that it was going to be his breakfast. The feeling of guilt was compounded by the realisation that I had merely fattend up his breakfast and gave it a good nights sleep before several pounds of experienced fur, fang and claw had ripped it to shreds. I felt so angry with my cat who after all had merely done what nature had built and designed it for, that I kicked it up and down the garden and did not feed it for a couple of days in the vain hope it would get the message that I was not best pleased.

I am fairly sure that the collared dove pair have forgiven me for the last Faux paux, after all they keep soming back and if its not them then surely they would have told the new occupants that its not a bad place to live provided you can get on with the neighbours? Claws himself passed away a couple of years ago and is buried beneath a catnip plant in the garden. The doves often fly overhead and pass over Claws’ final resting place. Its almost as if they are saying "we are still here you know". Anyway its nice to see old friends and the smell of death has long gone away.