The smoker ran for 17.5 hours Sunday. The +10lb pork shoulder gave us a fight in the last hour getting to temp, but raising the heat out of the smoke box at the end really took hit home. The 4x chicken leg quarters that got their 2.5 hours will do nicely on my salads this week. Our half (the neighbors, who own the smoker, got the other) of the smoked meat loaf was rather nice.
Oh, yes. We smoked a meat loaf.
Monday was not so pleasant. I woke up snifflin and sneezin, and by the time I made it to the office, there were not five consecutive minutes that weren't interrupted by my sneeze(s). Drugs weren't helping. I made it to lunch, and that was it. I went home, drugged up more, and fell asleep. I had sneezed so hard many times that by the time I woke up, my back was killing me. The rest of the day teetered on disaster. I felt like some shit.
Tuesday was better (hooray, Zyrtec!). I made it through the day with hardly a sneeze, and got a ton of stuff done at work. I'm still on Zyrtec, not sneezing, and getting a ton of stuff done.
I feelz better. Thank you.
tweaker
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