So I decided to take another stab at pulled pork on the Keg. Brined a butt overnight in the fridge, got up early to fire up the Keg, had it locked in and ready to go. Set it up, went to work, came home for lunch to check on it, and the Keg had gone out. So I took the butt off, re-stoked my charcoal, lit it, left the vents more open than the previous effort, and gave in to my insatiable urge to go back to work. I came home to a Keg well above 500º, and when I looked inside, this is what I found:
Not promising, although the dog's interest indicates it wasn't a total failure. Needless to say I was off to a running start.
Interlude:
On the bright side, I made use of the hot coals to grill up some chicken for a healthy, although slightly boring dinner.
Following an after-dinner trip to the local grocer, I picked up a second butt to redeem myself. Some Raichlen Five Spice BBQ Rub, and a more *ahem* attentive stoking of the coals, and off to bed I went.
Woke up to the dog complaining about the absence of pulled pork, checked it after 9 hrs. at 275º or so, and the internal temp was 199º.
From there, I pulled it apart about an hour later.
... and made myself a slightly guilty and mostly delicious breakfast sandwich.
The entire experience has left me feeling a combination of shame and excitement, henceforth known as shamecitement.
In any case, I had a good laugh as the dog wandered into the photo of my initial failure, proceeded to move on to the second attempt, and I will enjoy the leftovers for a day or two.
Until next time...
Cheers!
BBQRich
