Surprised by bacon
May. 8th, 2013 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo I had planned to go to the library this morning, to try to get something done. But Karen's unexpectedly working from home, yippee; and the water people are expectedly digging up the street outside our house, boo; which means that it is impossible for the car to leave the driveway, so lunch needs to happen here. A salad can occur - but there is no bacon. A salad without bacon? Unthinkable!
So. I have lit the charcoal, taken the slabs of cured pork out of the meat-fridge and set them to smoke for an hour or so. I am still a n00b at this, but oh: it is such fun. Even at this rough-and-ready level. (I have promised myself a proper smoker, at some point in the future; for now, the grill is good enough. Actually, that's the story of my life: promises for the future, making do for now. It's probably the story of most people's lives, I expect. Certainly it's the life of most stories.)
So. I have lit the charcoal, taken the slabs of cured pork out of the meat-fridge and set them to smoke for an hour or so. I am still a n00b at this, but oh: it is such fun. Even at this rough-and-ready level. (I have promised myself a proper smoker, at some point in the future; for now, the grill is good enough. Actually, that's the story of my life: promises for the future, making do for now. It's probably the story of most people's lives, I expect. Certainly it's the life of most stories.)