Two chicken meals in a row?

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Three, actually?  And, you know my thoughts on chicken?  Well, I may have to change that view.  The neighbors provided an excellent chicken dinner yesterday, then at least equaled it with an chicken enchilada meal tonight.  The sides of various fruits and vegetables... and you know how I feel about those!... Amazing.  And, then, this evening, I put MORE chicken into the lineup.  I grilled hindquarters.  I wasn't sure about them, they smelled just a little funny.  So... I cooked em' dead then turned them a couple of times.  Worked for me.  As far as chicken and myself go, that was one of my finest fowl moments.  Not as good as her stuff, mind you.  She has sides and stuff.  But for me, this was it.  After the chicken, I put in lumps of apple wood and the brisket on the grate.  It got done a little faster than I thought it would, so it might be a little over done, to my tastes.  I'm giving it twenty minutes to rest and then I'll figure that out.  I'll have to watch the thermo a bit closer next time.  Still, I doubt if I could be too unhappy.

I had thought the brisket would take several more hours.  Hmm, perhaps the pork took so long because it was bone in.  Yeah...  Well, and pork is cooked to a higher temp.  There is that.  I wasn't adding this all in when moving forward.  Afterthought, wonderful for those occasions where you might otherwise just intone "hmmm", and shake your head?  Yep.  If it tastes good I don't mind.  It got into the mid 150's.  Which I suppose is fine.   I'll know soon enough.

After I crack that open and taste a slice or three, I'll take some time to digest that and then get the pack ready for travel.  I think it's mostly pretty well set up.  There are just a few things I want to make sure are present, and maybe relocate them if they have been moved.  Fire stuff, for example, goes in one specific location.  Oh, the shemagh I lent out needs to be put in the right place.  There are probably a few other things to be replaced, relocated, added, or subtracted.  It has to be right, every time.  I am gaming it as if what I carried would mean the difference between life and death.  And, in time, it might well do just that.  Tighten up now, not out there when everything is already going wrong, eh?

Oh, that meat smells good!  Even after chicken.  I think I can, I think I can.  Oh... well... I know I can.  :)  Later.

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I must have messed around doing other things between setting the timer and writing.  As I finished writing the alarm went off.  Now, I cut into the thinner part.  Which was a bit overdone, but not too terribly.  It should be a fine bit of meat for the week.  Just have to let it cool down, then wrap it.  Hmm, I best check the horse radish, make sure it's fresh enough.  This is one of those things that goes good with it.