This is another one of the posts that got deleted in the great Brain Fart of 2013. It was originally posted 10/24/13
Well, another one in the books. That’s about all I can find
good from this one. It had all the potential to be a good competition,
unfortunately it don’t go quite like that.
I headed out Thursday (the 17th) around noon to
travel to just outside Naples and the ‘Big Swamp Smoke Off’ competition. Full
tank of gas, check. Tunes, check. James (GPS) dialed in, check. I’m good to go
for my ~3.5 hours of travel. Down I-95, across SR-70, down US-27, some little
CR, some other little CR, another little CR, one tiny little one-light town
after another, miles and miles of orange groves and Bingo! I’m there!
This is the fairgrounds late Thursday afternoon. Not a whole
lot going on, yet. Some of the vendors are getting set up.
Off in our own little area is Tom (Blitzkrieg BBQ) and me.
We were joined a little while later by several other teams but the majority
won’t show up until tomorrow morning. So I get electric/water/TV antenna/etc.
set up.
The rest of Thursday night was spent doing chicken prep. Oh,
how I so truly LOVE chicken prep. 20 thigh pieces that essentially get
dissected, cleaned, veins & tendons removed (don’t get squeamish on me),
skin scraped completely clean of all fat, trimmed down to uniform size. Mmmmmm boy!
I just love me a big pile of chicken entrails right before dinner. I don’t get
it, I hate chicken the very most, but it’s my best scoring meat.
The rules say that I can do any trimming I want before meat
inspection as long as I keep the tags and don’t do any seasoning. I usually do
the bulk of the trimming and prep on Wednesday or Thursday before the
competition. That way when I get meat inspection about noon of Friday, I can
go right into injecting, marinating, brining, etc.
Bright and early Friday morning I go to start working on the
brisket. Here’s where the trouble starts. I bought a 13 pound brisket. It
should have been way more than enough to fill up one turn-in box, always has
been in the past. So I cut the cryovac wrapping off and Hmmmm, that’s an awful lot
of fat on that sucker. I figure I’ll just trim away the bulk of the fat and see
what I’m really working with. So I trim… and trim…and trim….and trim. Oh shit,
this thing is virtually ALL fat! There was ridiculously little meat in it. That
was one especially FAT and LAZY cow. Oh well, go with what I got ‘cause the
nearest place to get a replacement brisket is probably 40-50 miles away. When I
do competitions there’s almost always one ‘oh shit’ thing that happens, I
figured this was it. Alright, I can live with it.
Next, I go to work on the pork butts (No, they really aren’t
the backside of the pig. They’re actually the front shoulder) and everything
seems to be pretty normal. Ok good, we’re back in the groove.
Next up is ribs. I buy one of those 3 slab cryovacs as I
usually bring home at least a slab as leftovers after I turn in the best
looking 10-12 ribs. I probably should do 6 slabs to be extra safe, but it
starts to run into a lot of extra $$. I slice it open, take out the first slab,
and wait a minute, what’s wrong with that slab underneath? Oh no! Somebody cut
across all the bones right through the WHOLE SLAB! All of that meat is
completely blood soaked and totally unusable. So now I’m down to just two slabs
and that is the barest of minimum to go with. If ANYTHING happens to either of
those slabs I won’t have enough to make turn-in. You have GOT to be kidding me,
two ‘oh-shits’ in one comp and both really bad ones? Grrrr… Ok, alright, deep breath,
count to 10 a few times, take a break, cool off and adjust plans. Fortunately,
the rest of the day goes well.
It’s now O-dark-thirty Saturday morning and would you
believe that the party down at the other end of the midway is STILL going on?
Amazing (There’s a whole story within that but I was not involved). It’s time to
do final prep on chicken & ribs and get them into the cooker. Ribs and
chicken are more of a timing thing unlike brisket and butts which are very much
a temperature thing. The goal is to have chicken and ribs finish about 10-15
minutes before turn-in. Not an easy thing to do, especially chicken, it does not
‘hold’ at all. So they get final prepared and put into the cooker at the
well-practiced ‘right time’.
Now I’m coming up on the start of crunch time
(~9:30A-10:30A). This is where all the meats are coming to the end of their
cooking cycles and require a LOT of attention. I will check temperatures
probably a dozen times in any 10 minute time frame, except for when I have to
make a change. At 9:30 I have to take the chicken out of one pan and place them
on a grate, in the same order that they were in the pan, and put them back in.
9:45 I have to wrap the ribs in aluminum foil along with a special basting
sauce for an hour. I have to almost constantly check the brisket for that probe
tender ‘buttery feel’. Keep the butts moist but covered. The list goes on and
on.
Chicken gets turned in at 11:00, so at 10:30 I put the
finish coat of sauce on the chicken and give them a quick temperature check via
probe. Oh shit (#3 if you’re counting), they’re done now, in fact they’re
already a little overdone and I have to put them back into the cooker to set
the sauce. By 10:50 they are going to be WAY overdone. Can’t be helped, if the
sauce does not get set, it will run right off the piece.
Ribs get turned in at 12:00, so at 11:20 I unwrap them,
check for done-ness, turn them over, sauce, and put them back into the cooker to
set that sauce. Oh shit (that’s right, #4), they’re already way overdone and I
only have the 2 racks. They are literally falling apart and in competition
falling off the bone tender is a very bad no-no. It means they are way
overcooked. No fallback. The only thing I can do is pull them out a couple of
minutes early, let them cool off a bit (sometimes ribs will tighten back up a
little as they cool).
So after the rib fiasco, it’s pork butt at 1:00. I get them
out of the Cambro (the big brown boxes in the one picture above) that I store them in after they reach final cooking
temperature. Oh yeah, I need to heat up the sauce to go on the pork. Can’t put
cold sauce on hot meat, it will seize right up. You guessed it, oh shit (#5) I
didn’t bring the correct sauce. I had been experimenting with a new sauce for
pork but it isn’t perfected yet. So in a moment of panic I reason that the ribs are
pork just like the butts. So the rib sauce should work on the pulled pork too,
right? Right? Please? Oh pretty please? Yeah, um, no.
Final turn-in of the day, brisket at 2:00. Alright, big
finish, here we go! I wish. Turns out I was right about that brisket. I had to
use almost every fiber of meat to get the box even close to full. Didn’t matter
if it had a little fat on it or not, it went in.
Needless to say I was the proverbial good sport at awards. I
knew long before they started that I didn’t need to map out a path to the stage
when my name was called and I was correct.
Mehh, win some lose some. I figure it this way, I got 4 ‘oh
shits’ already in the bag for the next competition, so everybody better watch
out. I’m gonna be on a roll!