Good morning Cape Breton.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home.
Every so often the Big Guy gets these thoughts into his head. Well, today is no exception. He plans to do a pulled pork. So that means several hours of him sitting next to his BBQ, staring off into space, thinking his deep thoughts.
I will be sitting inside the house looking at him. I will occasionally lay down, but then I will get up again and look outside to make sure that he's still there.
Then he will move.
Hmmm... that's just him getting up for another drink.
Now, Tonya will think that he's doing nothing.
But in his mind, he is doing SOMETHING...
Funny how she will want to multi-task, while he's happy just sitting there, watching the pork doing a slow cook.
Then again, the number of things he has burnt, is closer to 0%.
I've heard that once, he cooked a beef brisket. That took about 14 hours to cook in his smoker. He would have been happy as a clam to just sit there, watching the smoke come out of the top of the smoker.
Tonya... well...
She
Would
Have
Lost
Her
Mind
Your Daily Smile
Your Blast From the Past
Your Daily Video
Bye bye fur now
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