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| My Mother and Daddy |
OUTDOOR COOKING IN OUR FAMILY
Growing up, my mother did all the cooking (well, until she started working outside our home and us girls were old enough to help with the cooking. Not all of her lessons took really well—I remember the time first I fried chicken. It had a beautiful golden crust. I still remember Daddy’s first words after he bit into it, “This is raw!” Well, I had forgotten to start it on time—to be truthful, I remembered to start the chicken only 10-15 minutes before he was supposed to get home for lunch. So, I just turned the heat up to the highest it would go. How was I to know that the meat would still be raw if the crust was that beautiful golden color? But I digress.) The one thing Daddy—yes, we called him “Daddy” even when we were grown—did cook, or rather grill, was steaks. In his later years, he got a grill and would charcoal them. Mother loved it and would make sure he cooked enough so they could have them for several meals—and she wouldn’t have to cook herself.
Well, my son also likes to cook outside. Only he doesn’t grill, he smokes brisket, pork, and ribs. My mouth waters just thinking about how good he makes all of those. He’s even gotten me interested in helping him. He makes the rub and covers the meat with it. I put them in the smoker at night, take it out in the morning and put it in the oven for another ten hours, then slice it up—great division of labor. But then, he keeps his smoker at our house, so I really can use it anytime I want—like when I made smoked mac and cheese!
I wanted to tell about this because just I got a Lodge cast-iron hibachi and I’m having fun learning how to use it. Now I can have the fun of cooking like Daddy and my son. By the way, my son is named after Daddy—they both have the same middle name.
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