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And They Were
Summary: Little fic inspired by the Talking Heads song “And She Was”
Word Count: 946
Warnings: none
When Steve came by the Munsons’ new doublewide, Wayne was out front, checking something on the grill. He was playing the Talking Heads and smoking a cigarette.
“Eddie’s out back,” Wayne said, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Remind him to reapply sunscreen. He burns like bacon.”
Steve nodded and loped to the copse of scrubby little trees behind the trailer.
He froze, his heart pounding. Eddie was lying spread-eagled in the shade, his T-shirt off and covering his eyes. The shadows of the leaves added to the dappled pattern of scars across his chest. Steve rushed over to his side.
“Eddie! Are you okay?”
Eddie didn’t move the T-shirt from his eyes. He just waved a languid hand.
“Shhh. Come here.”
Steve sat down beside him.
“No, lie down,” Eddie said, tugging blindly at Steve’s sleeve. “Close your eyes.”
Steve hesitated, then laid down beside Eddie.
“What are you doing?”
“Hearing the world breathe.”
“You shouldn’t take your own supply. It’s bad business.”
Eddie swatted in Steve’s direction.
“I’m not high. Just do it.”
Steve shut his eyes reluctantly. He didn’t like being prone like this. He normally only ever shut his eyes when he was safely locked away in his bedroom with his bat within reach. He was aware of every noise, every sensation. The grass itched his arms, and he twitched as a gnat landed on his neck. The light flickered on his eyelids as the breeze ruffled the tree.
“What are we doing?” he whispered.
“Relax. Just lie there.”
“There’s bugs.”
“I know.”
Steve could hear the smile in Eddie’s voice, and he opened his eyes to look at him. He loved looking at Eddie’s face. He loved Eddie’s mouth, and how it creased his whole face.
“When I was stuck down there,” Eddie said, “It was so… dead. There was no sunlight, no grass. There were creatures, obviously, but not like this. Here it’s like everything is alive. Like the bugs and the birds and the neighbors yelling at each other. I just love lying here and feeling it all.”
Steve tried shutting his eyes again.
He could smell the sun-limp grass, and the brisket Wayne was grilling. He could hear the scrape of the tongs on the grill. There were birds doing a call and response in the trees, and a baby howling in the distance. On the radio, David Byrne was singing about a woman rising up above the earth.
The ground was lumpy, and Steve shifted. He opened his eyes again and turned to look at Eddie. It was rare that he had a chance to just stare. His eyes followed the soft curves of Eddie’s nose, mouth, chin, throat. A jagged red scar slashed across Eddie’s cheek, deforming his ear and contrasting with the gentle roundness of his features. More scars traveled up his neck, like flames licking around his body. Steve watched as Eddie’s chest rose and fell. It still seemed unbelievable that Eddie was alive and breathing next to him.
Steve wanted to touch them. His mouth watered with the desire to taste Eddie’s skin, and his hands flexed with the urge to reach out. He took a deep breath.
Eddie's mouth twitched up into a smile. He reached out and put two fingers on Steve’s wrist.
Eddie expected Steve to pull away, but Steve didn’t. Eddie could feel Steve’s pulse beating beneath his fingers. It matched his own. Steve’s wrist was soft and smooth and warm, and Eddie held it gently, like a small bird.
He didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t think he could look at Steve. Steve was too much sometimes. Too pretty, too overwhelming. Eddie liked it like this. Just feeling Steve’s pulse, reminding Eddie that they were both alive. The wind rustled through the leaves above them, and he heard the whirring of insect wings.
He felt Steve pull his hand away, and Eddie dropped his hand quickly. He heard Steve shifting beside him.
“What’s—“
A shadow came over his closed eyes, and he moved to pull the t-shirt off his eyes. Before he could, though, he felt Steve’s nose bump up against his. He smelled Steve’s spicy-floral hairspray, and his warm skin. He inhaled sharply, his heart pounding, his blood rushing in his ears. Steve’s mouth touched his quickly, nervously. It was hot and soft against his own, and then it was gone.
Steve felt Eddie startle under him, and jumped back.
Stupid stupid stupid.
His ears were ringing and his vision turned red at the edges. Why did he think that was a good idea?
Eddie had just been there, laid out like a buffet, and Steve had gone temporarily insane.
Maybe if he left right now, and they never mentioned it again…
Eddie's hand darted out, whip-fast, and caught Steve by the back of his head. Eddie had pushed the t-shirt off his eyes, and he was staring at Steve with such fierce determination, for a second Steve wondered if Eddie was about to punch him.
Then Eddie pulled Steve in, rising slightly to meet him halfway. Eddie kissed him softly, more gently than his expression had promised. There was no hesitation in his movements. He was warm and delicious, and Steve sank into him, running his hands over Eddie’s bare chest. Steve could feel Eddie’s heart beating. He could feel Eddie’s breath on his face.
Eddie toppled back on the grass, pulling Steve with him. They were alive, and in the world. The sun was beating down, and Wayne was grilling. Two boys were laughing in the dirt and grass, and they were kissing.
The world was moving, they were right there with it, and they were.
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The Spider and the FBI: Part 7 "Paradise Syndrome"
Synopsis by guest writer Jose Chung (written prior to his apparent death at the hands of the Nostradamus Nutball):
Now, grab your Stetsons, conspiracy cowboys, 'cause we're moseying on over to Elmo, Wyoming. Here, amidst the questionable barbeque and dazzling fireworks of the 4th of July festivities, we find Agent Scully embroiled in a situation more perplexing than a malfunctioning weather balloon.
In strides Sheriff Lawrence Durokoff, a man carved from the same government-issue granite as Assistant Director Skinner, only with a grin brighter than a chrome bumper on a brand-new pickup truck. Was it a case of cloning gone wrong? Or perhaps long-lost twins separated by, well, let's just say a misplaced birth certificate (we can delve into government conspiracies all day, but identical twins are a stretch even for this jaded scribe).
The truth, as always, is stranger than the wildest fan fiction. The undeniable spark between Scully and Sheriff Durokoff has tongues wagging about a future filled with calico dresses and prairie sunburns instead of chasing shadows in the bureaucratic labyrinth. Is our favorite redhead about to trade her badge for a butter churn? Only time, and perhaps a strategically placed horseshoe (it's a small town, after all) will tell!
Notes: Yes, I sure did title this after a Star Trek episode.
"Paradise Syndrome"
Part VIII of "The Spider and the FBI"
by PR Chung
Preface/Notes:
Just reading through this, even after all these years, I recognize exactly where one of my very best friends and amazing author assisted with this story. I know her work is still out there somewhere as she was one of the originals in the X-Files fiction fandom, authoring stories that are still amazing. None other than the very talented Paula B. Her ability to turn a phrase cannot be surpassed, and it’s a joy to read passages I know she helped on.
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Elmo, Wyoming
July 4th
By the time she hung up the phone from her conversation with Mulder, Scully's hair was nearly dry from her shower. She got up from the bed and went to the window, drawing back the curtains of her hotel room to look out on the street below.
Nothing much had changed except for the layer of increasing smoke drifting up through the trees from the square. How many barbecues were going? She wondered. And what were they cooking? Burgers and hot dogs? Roasting corn snugly rolled in foil? Brisket and ribs, too?
Her stomach gurgled.
Trying to remember the last meal she'd eaten she turned to go check on her blouse. It was hanging to dry in the bathroom after a lame attempt to clean it in the porcelain basin. It was a very nice bathroom, just not very functional.
The entire room was very nice, as was the whole hotel. Small and quaint, just a few rooms sitting atop a gift shop and cafe. Heavy in small town charm and light on the amenities; a bed, chest of drawers, mirror, and nightstand. No television, no radio, and the phone had to be brought up specially for her room, as had the one taken into Skinner's room down the hall.
His would undoubtedly be of heavier use than hers she presumed as she touched the still damp fabric of her blue blouse. He wasn't pleased in the least about either the situation or the location, and he apparently wanted out as fast as humanly possible.
He had been on the phone at the Sheriff's station the entire time it took to get Bernstein squared away in the holding cell. There was nothing but skeleton crews of federal workers manning the phones in Denver and Salt Lake City. Calling Washington hadn't been much help either; apparently all he had gotten was an ear full of instructions to get Bernstein back there for trial- come hell or high water.
Sure, they could get a flight out of Laramie or Cheyenne in the morning or even tonight if they were lucky enough that the agents from the Casper field operation should show up. But things were looking ugly up there, suspicion of terrorism and arrests sparking upset among the jingoistic masses. It was just another unpleasant federal incident in the making.
Aside from becoming another bout of bad press for the bureau, this whole Casper thing had gummed up the works, delaying agents that Mulder had needed, and now, still, those she and Skinner needed.
Mulder could have gone forever, and would have, if she hadn't interrupted his denunciation of every federal employee he had dealt with during the last twenty-four hours. She could tell he hadn't slept by just the shear amount of information he was trying to pack into a single conversation followed by a spate of questions.
She was sure there would be more questions when he finally arrived in a few hours. After muttering something about manic helicopter pilots, he had said was going to drive to Elmo, which concerned her if he hadn't slept, but once Mulder was set on doing something there was generally no swaying him from it.
A sudden resonant sound of a band practicing drew her attention back to the street below her hotel window, where she caught sight of Sheriff Durokoff.
Self-consciously she took a step back from the window not wanting to be discovered in just her bra. At a careful distance from the window, she watched him across the street and stop there in the shade, talking pleasantly with others.
The sound started up again, a guitar... being tested on an amplifier. Curious, she searched through the trees trying to see, hearing the strong chords of a bluesy country-rock song she couldn't name being played by fits and starts.
The trees were just too thick. She couldn't see a thing and gave up and turned back to look at more interesting things— He was gone. The people he'd been talking to were still there, mulling around and talking, but Durokoff was gone.
Crap. She'd see more of him later, but it was unlikely she would get another chance to covertly study him at length, to examine the similarities between him and Skinner.
His cousin, she concerned. How bizarre, she thought and smiled. Of all the towns they should end up in, after all they had gone through, they just happen to hit the one tiny patch of earth containing another Skinner- or rather a Durokoff. Their mothers were sisters undoubtedly, or perhaps a remarriage had caused the difference in names. She analyzed the possible branches of genealogy.
Like an impression of the sun Durokoff's smile was emblazoned on her retinas. He wasn't the consummate small town, no non-sense Sheriff, all bluster, and intimidation when it came to federal involvement.
He didn't like Bernstein, and he had been to the point with the man, swiftly locking him away in the blunt bowels of the Elmo holding cells, but during the entire time at the Sheriff's station he had still managed to be cheerful and lighthearted. She thought she'd even seen him give her a quick wink at one point.
The un-Skinner, she thought and nearly laughed out loud.
Not completely, though, the similarities remained, and were so great in certain respects that she had found herself deferring to Durokoff the same as if he were Skinner. A certain turn of a phrase, a look, a motion, everything about him stirred an almost constant sense of surprise and amusement in her.
Two Skinner's could be a rather daunting concept for some, but it didn't seem like such a bad idea to her.
A solid knocking sounded at the door of her room yanked her out of that thought, audibly startling her.
"Agent Scully?" a muffled voice called through the door, concerns seeping through the woodgrain.
"Just a minute," she called, rushing to grab her top.
Lawrence Durokoff stood in the hall listening to the muffled scurrying sounds beyond the door, arched his brows. Perhaps she wasn't alone in there, he thought and glanced down the hall toward his cousin's room which he'd discovered was empty only a moment before he tried her room.
"Is there a problem?" Durokoff turned at the sound of Skinner's voice. He was coming down the hall from the stairs, his eyes pinched and his jaw set.
"No. No problem here." He answered taking a step back from the door to address Skinner. Well, he wasn't in there. So, what's going on?
The door jerked open suddenly, a flush faced Scully looked back at the two men. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, questions pooling.
"Uh, hi." She greeted the two of them, holding the hem of her blouse out and away from herself, it was still damp and almost transparent when it contacted her body. "Is something wrong?" She finally asked when neither one of them spoke.
“You two sure are shellshocked.” He commented, glancing amusedly between the two of them. “Nothing wrong,” he told her, and glanced at Skinner, “and no problems.”
Durokoff held out a small satchel to Scully. "I had one of the deputies gather some things together for you," he explained as she took.
"Thank you," Scully said glancing inside it to see what appeared at first glance to be a tee shirt still in the plastic packaging, a hairbrush, and a few basic items of make-up.
Skinner averted his gaze from the scene shifting the plastic bag he was carrying from one hand to the other. Durokoff glanced back at his cousin holding out another bag, a half-sized duffel. "I got some clothes for you and some shaving stuff."
Skinner's hand went to his face, feeling the growth of beard stubble. What a pig he must have looked like, he ruefully thought and glanced at Scully. "Thanks."
The sound of music drifted into the hall through Scully's room from outside; a hearty rendition of Bad Moon Rising being played in the square.
"Well, uh," Durokoff muttered planting his hands on his hips, looking between the two of them. "I guess you've figured out there's a little party starting outside. There's plenty of food and music," he made a brief gesture toward the sound of the music past Scully's shoulder. "I've come to extend the official Elmo invitation for you both to join us."
Scully's stomach gurgled urging her to accept the invitation.
* "... I see the bad moon a rising. I see trouble on the way..." *
Skinner spoke before she could. "Food sounds great, but I don't think we should get distracted. We're still on duty here."
"No distractions," Durokoff said and grinned. "Just good food. I've got plenty of people keeping an eye on that Bernstein joker, so you can stop worrying about him. Just come on down to the square when you're ready and make yourselves at home."
* "... I see bad times on their way..."*
"I may just rest some." Skinner said quietly.
Speak for yourself, Scully thought. "I'd be happy to sample the local flavor. I can't remember my last real meal."
* "I know the end is coming soon..." *
"Great," Durokoff blurted, zealously slapping his hands together. "I'll see you down there, Agent Scully." He said and turned to go, saying to his cousin as he went, "I hope you'll come down, too, once you get some rest, Walter."
* "...don't go 'round tonight... It's bound to take your life..." *
"Here," Skinner said, unceremoniously extending a plastic bag to Scully.
She blinked pulling her gaze off his departing cousin. "What's this?" She asked, taking the bag.
"A toothbrush and paste." He answered already halfway to his room down the hall.
"Thank you..." she leaned out the door calling back to him, but his door had already shut, leaving her alone in the hall.
Back inside her room, she picked through the duffel finding a new tee-shirt, boasting a silk screen print that read 'Second Annual 4th of July Celebration, Elmo, Wyoming'. She frowned reading it.
Only their second? She wondered and moved on to inspect the rest of the items. The mascara would work fine and the lipstick too if she only dabbed it on, it was just a little too dark for her taste, but the blush would have to go, it was far too red.
Grateful for necessities, she snatched up the brush and plastic bag, heading to the bathroom. Her hair was frightful. Could she get it to behave even if she did re-wet it and brush it straight out? No beauty contest is going on that I know of right now, she told herself, yanking first paste from the plastic bag, then the toothbrush— and stopped.
She looked at it, confused at first by what she saw. Turning the brush over in she found a small decal stamped on the handle; a little stagecoach in motion with a name drifting behind it like dust from the wheels. The name wasn't Dana, though... It was Kate.
She looked at that a second before she realized and glanced back, her thoughts on the room down the hall. Dana wasn’t a common name emblazoned on any gift shop trinket. She looked down at the toothbrush.
He’d gotten the next closest.
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The when the music began Skinner opened his eyes, hearing the chords that were undeniably familiar aside from the performers’ ad-libbing. Before finally getting up to go to the window, he laid on the bed listening to the guitar playing down in the square wrenching out Sleepwalk.
It wasn't great, but it was close, he critiqued pulling back the gossamer curtains to look out. Anyway, the slower, more sedate sounds were a nice break from the honky tonkin,’ rambunctious stuff they'd been playing for the last hour.
He would have liked to have blamed his inability to sleep on the music, but he doubted he could have slept if he were in a soundproof room with no windows. There was just too much weighing on his mind to allow sleep to come easily. There was still no call from the special agent in charge up in Casper, no word on when they could expect more agents. At least Mulder was on his way, that fact, in the strangest of ways helped ease his concerns in some.
Once he got there, they could continue on to Laramie, get Bernstein drugged to the hilt and on a plane and back to DC by Monday at the latest. That would still give them a day before the arraignment hearing and get the federal prosecutor and Attorney General out of his hair.
Skinner chuckled to himself. If ever there was a figure of speech...
A glimpse of red drew his attention to the street below. There walked one of his other concerns: Scully was heading across to the town square.
Damn.
From out of the cover of the trees came Lawrence, a huge smile plastered across his face.
And there came the next concern.
Of all the damn places to end up in why the hell did they have to end up here? Eighteen years of peace shattered in a single day. Peace, yes, but not complete disconnection. There had always been word floating through the family about who was doing what and where they were.
He had known when Lawrence finally made Sheriff here, he'd actually been invited to a party to celebrate the event. He knew it hurt Aunt Anne and Bulah when he didn't respond. He had been busy, and just didn't feel like dealing with it again.
Skinner watched as two boys scurried between Scully and Lawrence, almost bumping into her as they went. He watched Scully laugh about it and talk cheerfully as Lawrence guided her into the park, disappearing beyond the thick canopy of tree branches.
His heart sank almost in time with the lamenting cry of the guitar playing. Too much time had passed, he thought, but things hadn't changed much...
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Norwalk, Ohio
December 1st, 1963
There just wasn’t a whole lot to do, and all the adults were still shuffling around, overwhelmed by the news out of Dallas a little over a week before. It felt like the world, at least their part of it had come to stand still after the news of the president’s assassination.
Heavy and silent, the day pressed in around two small figures scuffing through turned leaves. It was Sunday after Thanksgiving, not much to do between the time Church was done and time for supper, except track around in the woods, down by trestle and maybe, if luck were good, a train would pass on its way into Cedar Point.
But come tomorrow, Monday was going to be the start of a whole new experience...
"Will there be a lot of girls there?"
"Sure will. Who do you think we're gonna dance with, Walter, each other?"
Walter pulled the collar of his red plaid coat up closer to his neck, shivering against the sudden cold breeze. "But a lot of them?" he asked, concerned.
"I don't know," Lawrence looked at him closely, "why, are you scared?"
Walter shrugged and stuffed his hands deep in the warmth of his Tuff-Skin pockets. "No. I was just wondering."
"I think you're scared. You're scared of the girls." Lawrence began to laugh. Walter blushed making his cousin laugh even harder. "Cubby's afraid of the girls."
"I'm not. And stop calling me that stupid name."
"Cubby, Cubby, Cubby." He chanted, jogging in a circle around Walter.
"I don't even look like that kid, knock it off!" Walter hauled off and shoved Lawrence knocking him off balance.
"You got the ears."
"So, what if I have mouse ears? You've got that stupid coonskin hat, and I know your cat gave it fleas cause you're always scratching your head when you wear it!"
"I don't scratch my head!" Lawrence proclaimed, his voice cracking hard. "And I wasn't talkin'bout your dumb Mickey Mouse ears. I meant your ears!"
"So! You scratch your head so much you're gonna scratch all your hair off and then see how many girls you dance with."
"You're dumb." Lawrence spat shoving Walter.
"You're stupid." Walter spat back, regaining his balance.
"You're fat."
The comment fell on deaf ears, Walter wasn't listening to his cousin, something else had caught his attention, a rustling sound close by. Lawrence tried shoving him again, but Walter didn't budge, he remained steady and fixed on the sound. "Cut it out... Listen..." he said, adjusting his glasses.
Lawrence listened, hearing the sound he frowned. "What is that?"
Walter shook his head and started forward, following the rustling.
They walked carefully though the brittle layer of leaves covering the ground, listening intently, checking the bare trees around them for some sign of what the sound was.
"There," Lawrence blurted, his arm shooting straight out from his body as he pointed toward the trees ahead of them. "It's a kite!"
"It was a kite," Walter corrected his cousin who had started for the tree the tattered kite was caught in.
"Oh, wow, look," Lawrence excitedly called out when he peered up at the object. "It's not torn or nothing, look, Walter. Look."
Walter stepped up next to him, peering up. "Nope. It's not torn or nothing."
"Wow."
"But it's also up a tree."
Without a word Lawrence reached up and grabbed a low branch in each hand.
"What are you doing?" Walter sounded more accusatory than he did inquiring.
"I'm gonna get it."
"It's just junk, Lawrence." He told him and shook his head when he saw that he wasn't being listened to.
Lawrence struggled up through the bare branches, losing purchase several times as deader ones broke off under his weight, but somehow managing to only go higher rather than fall back down. It wouldn't be long though...
"You're gonna fall. You better not go any higher!" Walter yelled; his neck bent back until it hurt now to see his cousin. How high was he going go before he would see that kite was just junk, all busted up and worthless?
"I got it!" Lawrence shouted triumphantly.
Walter watched as he waved the ragged kite before him like some trophy for endurance and strength.
It was about then a loud crack sounded.
Clear and loud, like bones cracking, the branch Lawrence was resting his butt on breaking cut through the chilly air.
Walter saw the look in Lawrence's eyes when he realized things had gone very bad- black and huge with fear. He shrieked and Walter thought he sounded like a girl in the instant before his cousin plummeted through the branches and crashed to the ground on his side.
He lay there on his side; his back curved like a hula-hoop and his legs turned in crazy angles that didn't look right at all. His mouth was moving but there was no sound, he was sucking air in, and his eyes were squeezed shut so hard Walter couldn't see his eyelashes when he got up close.
"Holy smokes! Are you all right? Are you all right?"
Finally, and with an intensity like Walter had never heard in his life, a horrible noise came out of Lawrence's mouth: a ragged scream that degenerated into a gut-wrenching bawling. "My legs," he screamed, blood and snot trickling from his nose. "It hurts! It hurts! Walter, help me! Oh, God it hurts!"
"I told you!" Walter screamed, his breath beginning to hitch with frightened sobs. "I told you! Why didn't you listen to me?"
"Please- it hurts!"
Freezing air ripping at his lungs Walter tore through the woods, crashing toward Lawrence's house.
Walter Skinner didn't believe he had ever run harder or faster in his life than he had that afternoon.
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Elmo, Wyoming
4th of July 1999
"Here you go," Durokoff declared, sounding a little breathless as he reappeared from the crowd, waving a handful of napkins.
Scully almost laughed at the inordinate amount of napkins he'd brought back to the table.
"I know I wasn't that messy," she said as he sat back down opposite her at the picnic table.
He watched her take a napkin from the pile and begin to wipe the barbecue sauce from her chin, noticing the dab she'd dropped on her tee shirt. "I don't know," he said grinning at her, "maybe I should have brought back a bib, too."
Scully looked down, gasping at the blotch of red sauce on herself. "I can't believe I've turned into such a mess."
"Ribs are messy business," he said handing her another fist full of napkins.
She laughed, feeling embarrassed. She had been half starved but attempted good manners, yet good manners went out the window when it came to barbecued ribs. She knew she should have stuck with the hot dogs.
"Barbecue in general is a messy business," she commented, demurely dabbing at her shirt.
"That's what makes it fun." Scully looked at him, struck by the strong and cheerful sound of his familiar voice. He looked back at her with kind brown eyes she thought she knew and had to remind herself that she didn’t know this man at all. "I think you missed a little..." He told her, gesturing first at her face then his own, brushing at his own upper lip.
Scully wiped at her mouth again, another wave of chagrin passing over her.
"Uh, it's..." he stammered a little again gesturing at her mouth and beginning to sound frustrated. "It's still..." Scully frowned, growing annoyed by her inability to find this stray smear of barbecue sauce he kept pointing at. "Uh, here," he said leaning over the table enough to hesitantly wipe her lip with another napkin. He stopped, pulling his hand back to look at her quizzically before he confusedly said, "it's not coming off?"
"Huh?" Then she realized and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh... Well, it's not going to be coming off, either, not without laser surgery, unfortunately." Durokoff's expression was beginning to take on that cast that Skinner more than often got when he didn't quite get something. "It's a mole," she explained and went back to pick at the ribs on her paper plate.
"Unfortunately?" He questioned her choice of words. "Don't you like it?"
"No," she said emphasizing the word by pursing her lips. "I usually cover it up."
"It's darling," he declared. She raised her eyes to give him a dubious look. He wasn't making it any better and she hoped her expression communicated the fact. "Why would you cover it up?"
Apparently her expression did not phase the man. "I've never liked it," she answered and shrugged. "Since I was a little girl, I hated it."
"Why don't you have it cut off?" he bluntly asked.
She cringed, managing to stop her hands before the ribs touched her mouth. "I don't know," she sighed putting the rib back on the plate and pushing it away. "I guess because it's still a part of me."
"Attached to it, huh?" He was being deliberately idiotic now.
Scully blew her breath out, laughing hard in spite of herself. He laughed along with her appearing to do so with his whole body; he seemed to shudder, his eyes pinched with glee, his mouth a full broad smile.
She liked him. She liked his laugh- full on bass and warm- she liked the way he looked and carried him self- formidable confidence blended with deft grace. She'd even become a little fond of the propensity he had for repeatedly adjusting his hat when he spoke. A nervous quirk, Scully had considered, or merely a motion to ease the press of the cap against his bare scalp. She had seen he was just as balding as Skinner the few times his hat had come far enough away from his head.
Although, his skull appeared smoother than Skinner's that was subtly pitted and pocked with peculiar dings and curious indentations. Occasionally, while seated before her superior's desk with Mulder explaining himself at her side, her mind would drift curiously over that uneven back-lit scalp, indexing the probable causes of those marks and wondering if there something more to phrenology.
When their laughter tapered down to scant chuckling they found themselves looking at one another, a certain level of wariness passing between their gazes. The echo of live music rebounded around them, people mulled about laughing and cheering, but it all seemed suddenly very far away.
After a moment, affected, Durokoff cleared his throat shifting his eyes left and right, anywhere but on her. He got up from the table and motioned for her to follow. "Come on, I think that sauce is getting to you."
"Getting to me?"
He laughed one last breathy laugh, re-adjusting the cap on his head. "That sauce has probably got more booze in it than the bar over there."
She gawked at the plate of ribs she'd torn through. There might have been a good amount of liquor in the sauce but surely not enough to make her tipsy. "I couldn't taste liquor in it."
"Likely story, missy," he teased, "come on along with me."
"Am I under arrest for public intoxication?" She went with it, allowing him to take her by the arm and lead her through the crowd.
"Public intoxication, lewd and disorderly conduct, not to mention bad table manners..."
She didn't know where he was taking her but happily trotted along enjoying the feel of Durokoff's firm grasp.
Why couldn't Skinner be more like this, she mused as they wound their way through the crowded park. There was that one brief instant, she recalled his inciting of the Gilligan's Island theme while they were marooned in the middle of the lake, but she had assumed that was just the champagne.
She'd seen him smile just once, that same night, and the simple gesture had softened his features and lent light to his eyes. It was a long time before she had rid herself of the hope of ever seeing him smile like that again, at least for her. Again, she chalked it up to the alcohol he'd consumed and let it go.
Anything between them was not meant to be despite her moments of weakness, times when she was ready to throw everything away and tell him how she felt. He would probably give her one of those incredulous looks he so effortlessly doled out on a regular basis, saying something like "you've obviously made a mistake." Yeah, a mistake, all right. A big one, too. Don't go falling for your superior unless you're ready to suffer the knicks and scratches of unrequited... The sound of Durokoff's walkie-talkie interrupted her dejected introspective.
He excused himself by stepping away from her. A few moments later she was accepting his request to join him on a call, promising it would be interesting. And interesting it did turn out to be.
A rather typical domestic disagreement but with rather distinctive circumstances; at the far-off fringe of Carbon County where the Elmo Sheriff's department authority just about ran out. Two men of wise age, one would assume at first sight, sitting around all morning with nothing better to do than drink themselves into a stupor, decided the fireworks show was too far off to wait any longer. So, they started their own show a little early by setting off sticks of dynamite in their front yard.
The first blast had taken out a car belonging to one man who promptly set off a second stick that demolished the car belonging to the man who had set off the first explosion.
With their cars burning and the yard and house torn up and looking like a scene from a war, the men continued to argue and fight, each threatening to blow the other up.
Judging by the familiarity that the deputies on the scene as well as Durokoff treated the men, Scully figured that these two had a long history of such behavior.
An hour or more had passed when the county fire trucks were finally showing up on the scene and the two men had been talked down and on their way to Elmo where their view of the fireworks show would be quite good from their cells.
Stating that he was certain nothing he could show her now would top what they'd just seen, Durokoff set off anyway to give Scully a brief tour of the area, introducing her to locals less radical than the last and reciting regional history and lore making her feel quite comfortable with his attentiveness and polite gestures of respect.
She found in his behavior an old-fashioned charm replacing cautious political correctness that punctuated the cities she'd lived in most her life. Still, he showed respect to her, as the fellow agent of law enforcement she was, asking her opinion on issues of concern in the area and wanting to know her feelings about recent negative attitudes directed toward federal agencies.
But in defiance of their almost deliberate trade discussions, there was an underlying tension building between them. She could feel the air becoming charged as they traveled together and quite by themselves in the four-wheeler. Talk was becoming less and less as they drove through the mountainous roads, replaced by the frequent exchange of glances and shared smiles in the increasingly awkward silence.
Scully was beginning to feel as though she were on a first date when the radio gratefully crackled for attention, the dispatcher announcing she had a message from the Albany Country Sheriff's department. Scully was quick to stop any information from going out over the radio, making Durokoff aware of that being one feasible way Gryzwac had been tracing them with the use of a scanner.
Remarking how he hoped everyone was being as alert as she was he instructed the call be put through to them on his cell phone, and moments later Scully was talking to a ragged out sounding Mulder. He was traveling with an Albany Country deputy to get a rental car and didn't believe he'd be arriving until nightfall.
"Why doesn't he just get Boyd to have him flown over here," Durokoff asked Scully who relayed the question to Mulder.
"The helicopter is temporarily out of commission," she relayed back, listening to something else Mulder said, then, "besides, he's not thrilled about the idea if it were working."
Durokoff laughed. "I don't blame him in the least."
By the time they got back to town he'd shared his own tale of his experiences with Ronnie Stewart, the rock’n’rolling hot shot of the Albany County Air Patrol. It seemed the man had never quite put aside his days as a stunt show pilot, still managing to get a little acrobatic flying in every once in a while to show off and sometimes scare what he liked to call his "virgin" passengers.
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Lariat Car Rentals
Rock Springs, Wyoming
What was the deal?
Was there no respect left in this country for the urgency of federal business?
Mulder mulled these and a multifarious amount of other questions over as he watched the rental car agency employee languidly collect agreements from various pigeonholes along the wall of the storefront agency. Tired beyond measure he leaned against the chest high counter, believing if he stared hard enough at the back of the man's head, willing him to move faster.
"Please do not lean on the counter," he suddenly announced without turning.
Rolling his eyes, Mulder straightened and checked the time on the wall clock. Jesus, it was nearly four o'clock. Where had the damn day gone? "Could we hurry this up some, I'm really tired and I'm in a hurry to get to where I'm going."
"Perhaps you shouldn't be in such a hurry if you're so tired, sir." The man said, turning back to him with a smug lift to his eyebrow, his bushy mustache twitching like a nervous ferret had nested under his nose.
An abrupt and unsolicited laugh escaped Mulder. "Uh," he forced his eyes closed against the sight of the man. "I'm taking the full insurance on the car." He finally managed to assure the funny little man, who was now frowning at him.
"Of course you are after what happened to your last vehicle." He said planting the paperwork on the counter in front of Mulder. "Never in the history of Lariat Rental has there ever been such an act of complete disregard and..."
"I'm really sorry about the other rental car," Mulder bemoaned both what had become of the car he'd left on the side of the road the previous day and the fact that Lariat Rental seemed to have a monopoly on the rental car business throughout the area. Who would have thought there was a vandalism problem in such an area of the country? "Circumstances beyond my control kept me from calling..."
"Yes, yes. So, you've said. Still, I certainly hope this isn't the normal mode of operation among all representatives of the Federal Bureau of Investigation." He remarked pointedly as he handed Mulder a pen.
"As a matter of fact, it is," Mulder, aggravated to a point now, began signing papers with a whimsical flourish of his wrist, dispatching the signed copies toward the man with abandon. "It's a new policy that all federal employees must abide by totally, seek out and destroy as much property as humanly possible within the private sector." He emphasized his final word with such zeal he ripped right though the tissue thin top copy of the rental agreement with the ballpoint of the pen.
"Wonderful," the man declared throwing his hands up, "more destruction. I just never- now, we'll have to start over again."
"What!" Mulder spat as the man snatched up all the papers and started for the pigeonholes again for fresh copies. "Haven't you ever heard of scotch tape?"
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Continued in part 8
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henrycavill Happy International Men's Day, gents! Thank you for all that you do for us, and for your families. How are you all doing? Worth asking ourselves that from time to time, and definitely worth asking other men too.
I figured it being International Men's Day that I should introduce you to my first brisket! Was a touch nervous going into this one, but it turned out surprisingly well!
....cooking details incoming....
Pulled the brisket (Snake River Farms) from defrosting in the fridge. Trimmed the brisket with a frustratingly dull (and small) knife, and seasoned it with a black rub called "Hardcore Carnivore, Black, Beef Seasoning." I then put it back in the fridge for 48 hours.
Smoked the brisket with a pellet smoker (Yoder ys640) using Hickory and Mesquite pellets 50/50.
Cooking started on Friday evening at 225F for a few hours, and I soon realised that it was cooking waaay too quickly, so I dropped temp down to 180 overnight. In the AM I got up and readjusted the smoker to 225F until the brisket temps hit the "stall" at 265-270F (depending on which temp probe I was reading!) I then wrapped it in butcher paper and turned the temp up to 250F on the smoker until the brisket was done at 205F (which also happened fairly quickly). Total cook time 17 hours 30mins
I let it rest in the cooler for an hour and a half wrapped in an old towel.
Then sliced and served....had to resist squeezing the brisket. I've seen enough redditors get crucified for that.....didn't want to meet my end after my first brisket! I assure you though, it was juicy as fcark!
I haven't had much brisket in my time, but Natalie (my lovely lady) is from Texas and it got her vote of approval (which I'm hoping wasn't biased!). I've got loads to learn yet, but it was pretty tasty for a first go.
I should also mention that I'm not in business with any of the companies I mentioned above! Just giving credit where it's due for good products.
Once again, Happy International Men's Day, fellas.
#InternationalMensDay
#Brisket
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First date with Eddie?
First Date | Eddie Munson x reader
Summary: Eddie eventually gets the courage to ask Y/N for over a year. (Set in Eddie's second Senior year, reader is a junior)
A/N: Would just like to point out, I am not American, and the things I know about American schools comes from TV and film.
Eddie watched from his locker as Y/N and her best friend walked down the corridor of Hawkins High, Eddie could imagine her walking along the catwalk and it always made his heart melt.
But it was something he would take to his grave. He'd never tell Gareth or Jeff how much his heart flutters and melts over her.
He watched as they walked to Y/N's best friends locker, and she collected some of the books and left some. They must have been talking about something, but it made her jump into action.
"I'll be one second, I need to get the hat I bought for Dustin for his birthday," she says, jogging up a little up the corridor to her locker.
Eddie had no idea who this 'Dustin' was, and his heart could only hope he wasn't her boyfriend or something...
The girls left, heading towards the car park, as Eddie, Gareth and Jeff slowly followed behind, separated by the teens who played in band, including Robin Buckley who hung around Y/N sometimes.
There were two middle school kids hanging around Y/N's car, and from where Eddie's van was parked, he could overhear the conversion.
"Where's Mike?" He heard her say. "And get your fingers off my cassette tapes,"
"He's gone to spend another day with El," one of the boys said. "Who's Metallica?"
This nearly made Eddie choke on the cigarette ge was smoking. Good girl, Y/N Y/L/N listens to heavy metal band Metallica?
Eddie couldn't believe his ears.
"Thankfully, I'm not working tonight. And grandma's making brisket," Y/N said as car doors were shut.
6 weeks later, on the cusp of the summer of 1985, Eddie had somehow worked up the courage to ask Y/N on the date he swore himself at Christmas he was going to ask her.
Letting out a deep breath, he walked over to where she was dealing with her school books at her locker. "Hey Y/N," he says, leaning against the closed locker so he was facing her open locker.
"Hi, Eddie," she replied after glancing at him once and proceeding to shove her massive History textbook into her locker.
He blinked repeatedly, wanting to know how she knew his name. But, that wasn't his main quest today. "There's been something I've wanted to ask you since Christmas,"
This pulled Y/N's attention away from the light tidying of her locker. "What is it?" Waving at cheerleader Chrissy Cunnigham as she walked past.
Eddie let out another sigh. "What would you say to erm..." he trailed off, his courage disappearing for a second. He watched as her head tilted to the side, looking up at him with confused and curious eyes, and a ponytail swing with her head. "Going out. With me?"
A smile seemed to brighten her face, as her eyes started shining. "Like a date?" She asked. When her name was called, she held up a finger, refusing to allow the conversation to be interrupted.
"Yeah, a date," he nods.
"Yes, I would really like that," she says, and the band on Eddie's heart loosened.
Eddie smiled. "Great!" He didn't think he would get this far. So now he had to come up with a date somewhere. "Do you know Leslie's diner?" He asked.
Y/N smiled. She knew the exact diner he was talking about. "Yeah, I know the diner,"
They decided it would be easier for Eddie and Y/N to meet at the diner.
When they sat at a table, Y/N had a small smile on her face, as a waitress walked up to their table.
"Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?" The waitress asked.
Eddie watched from his side of the booth to his date. "Oh, shit. You work here don't you?" Eddie said, his head collapsing into his hand and he looked between his fingers at the young woman in front of him.
"Yeah..." She trailed off, giggling over Eddie's face. "Don't worry about it. I'll just point out what is edible or not,"
Eddie smiled, reaching his hand over the table. "I'm sorry,"
"It's OK," Y/N said, as Eddie lifted the hand he held in his, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
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What does a normal HydraHusbands dinner look like?<3
Depends on who’s cooking 😂
Brock would absolutely default to the healthiest dinner possible. High protein, low fat and low carb. Baked chicken or fish and occasionally some red meat on special occasions. Jack tolerates it. But eventually he gets sick of it and bodily moves Brock out of the kitchen so he can prepare what he considers a “proper” meal. Pasta with homemade sauce or maybe a roast. Occasionally drags Brock to his place so he can smoke ribs or a brisket. Pairs with with mashed potatoes that probably have a stick of butter and sour cream and freshly shredded cheese mixed in.
Brock always despairs at first, tells Jack how unhealthy it is and is secretly jealous that Jack can get away with eating like that and still be perfectly in shape. But once the food is before him he devours eagerly, occasionally asks for seconds. But he always follows up the heavy, indulgent meal with a strict regimen of “healthy” food that Jack puts up with lol.
Or they go out for dinner. Jack is a meat and potatoes kind of guy whereas Brock leans towards lean proteins like fish or poultry and pairs it with a light side like wild rice or a side salad. Brock pairs his meal with a glass of wine and Jack gets a few fingers of good-quality liquor. They always argue about dessert bc Jack is always down and Brock whines about how it wouldn’t be fair for him to have to watch Jack eat it when he doesn’t. So, as usual, Jack finds middle ground by saying they can “share” it.
(And by “share” Jack means he’s going to eat huge bites as quickly as possible so he gets more than Brock who takes little dainty bites and drags it out, enjoying the indulgence. It always frustrates Brock bc he claims he “hardly got any” to which Jack replies, “you didn’t even want dessert” and Brock pouts until Jack offers to stop at DQ to get him a small soft serve that Jack always ends up finishing because Brock takes like five licks and gets bored lol)
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We’re camping this weekend. This time the dogs stayed home with someone at our house. If Oliver knew how much I do not miss him he’d weep. I love those dogs but they are a handful in and around the trailer.
The nearby towns are fun. The Root River rails-to-trail bike path runs through the area. We pedaled to Whalan, where there’s a cute little pie shop. From there we rolled over to Lanesboro, a fantastic small town. Sheila and I have been there a number of times, mostly staying in bed & breakfast places. Sometimes we drive and bring bicycles, once or twice we rode motorcycles to get there.
Three other couples, neighbors and friends of ours, are here with their trailers too. Then we ran into Sheila’s cousin and her husband who six spaces away from us. Total surprise when I’m walking around, checking out RVs, and someone shouts “Bob!!!” I’m glad she saw me. It would have been funny if we didn’t run across each other and found out days or weeks later that they were here at the same time.
The pictures above are Lanesboro. I love the old brick, two story buildings. There is the gift shop with obligatory drinking, family, or cabin related plaques and wall hangings. Later today we’ll go tubing on the Root River.
Anytime I’m in a small town I like to check out any dive bars. This place had glasses with advertising on them. There was a meat raffle. One of our friends won some beef jerky, a meat and cheese salami, and a whole chicken. Because we would be bicycling home she gave the chicken to one of the regulars at the bar.
I love eating dinner, sitting in a chair by a fire, while hanging out with these people. The sandwich is beef brisket one of the guys smoked for 16 hours before bringing it for our dinner last night. It was amazingly delicious. That folding wagon we bought has turned out to be pretty useful.
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Character Intro: Orpheus (Kingdom of Ichor)
Age- 21
Location- Delphi, Olympius
Personality- Orpheus is a musical prodigy- a virtuoso! He's a perfectionist when it comes to his music, wanting every note to be in sync with the other. He's a bit introverted and closed off, but he's known to be way more open around people he's comfortable with & is an eternal dreamer. He's currently single.
He was born & grew up in the state of Thrace to a single father named Oeagrus (who worked in an insurance company). His mother abandoned them before Orpheus' first birthday.
As a young boy, he had a natural ear for music. Orpheus would listen with his father to his classical records on his antique record player & would watch vintage black & white operatic films on TV (under the security of a warm thick blanket) while sharing a bowl of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream.
Orpheus noticed the musical cadence of everyday sounds- the steady rhythmic tick of a clock, the mechanical groan of a garbage truck, the light melodic sounds of birds chirping, or the gentle patter of raindrops against a window.
At the tender age of 5, he managed to find a single photo of his mother, buried deep in one of his father's drawers. Orpheus thought that she was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. She was holding a small baby (presumably him) in the photo. She had shoulder length copper colored coils, wide set golden brown eyes, & seemingly flawless dark ochre skin. He would later put the photo in his book bag when he started going to school. He felt as though she was always with him.
As a birthday gift when he turned 6, Oeagrus treated his son to a weekend trip to New Olympus (that he'd been saving up for!) Orpheus loved every minute of it. They stayed at the Grand Eaglepoint Hotel, they took pictures of the golden statue of the King at the Lightning Harbor, they went to the Lyreland amusement park, & Orpheus got to experience his first opera up close when he and his dad went to see a show of La Traviata. At the end of their trip, his dad gave him a "bonus" gift- a lyre.
Aside from music being his absolute passion, he also loved learning to cook from his dad. Some of his favorite meals growing up were chicken-fried steak & gravy with biscuits, barbecued baked beans with chili, brisket sandwiches, and garides saganaki.
As Orpheus grew older, he was often praised for his ability to hear a piece of music and then being able to play it back almost perfectly. One who took notice was the other positive male role model in his life- his grade school music teacher, a centaur named Mr. Katrakis. Orpheus was an average academic student at best, but he was Mr. Katrakis' golden pupil. He made the transition from exclusively playing the lyre to playing the violin. He also learned how to play the viola, cello, double bass, mandolin, harp, & piano. Orpheus recieved a lot of internet attention when a video of him performing a viola solo at his fifth grade recital made its way on PanopTube. Mr. Katrakis even suggested to Oeagrus that his son should be in a performing arts school when he starts high school.
When Orpheus was fourteen, he & his father moved to a small house in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus when he was accepted and enrolled into the New Olympus School of Performing Arts.
He blossomed during his time in high school- musically, creatively, & personally. Orpheus felt the most at peace at school, surrounded by equally talented & creative kids. He started writing his own original music and made a great group of friends- a guy (and aspiring screenwriter) named Elia, a non binary "actor of the people'' named Cyn, a fashion diva extraordinaire named Victoria, & a singer in the making named Olga. Orpheus got bit by the theater bug and loved hanging out backstage during drama club. He and Cyn would smoke a bit of pot & mess around with the stage make-up. Orpheus even wrote original music for their school's "remix" of the opera, Madame Butterfly.
His friends also helped him out with setting up his PanopTube channel. Orpheus would post videos of him performing some of his original music, but it was mostly videos of skits involving him & his friends.
Orpheus met his first girlfriend Evi (a harpy) at school, who was an aspiring painter. It was her bright neon pink hair & wide smile that first caught his attention. Their first kiss happened in their school's kiln room after they playfully got into a paint fight. They first had sex in the back of her car. They tried spending time whenever they could- when afterschool, homework, first-time jobs, or practices didn't factor in.
The school's summer showcase was around the corner where scouts from the most prestigious conservatories would be in attendance. Orpheus planned for his performance- him leading the school's orchestra through a new piece he'd written to be more grand in scale. More theatrical, more memorable. He'd practice literally every day (including weekends) well into the night. Orpheus & Evi saw less and less of each other. Her texts and phone calls often went unanswered. On the evening of the showcase, just a few minutes before Orpheus was set to go on, Evi approached him backstage. She broke up with him saying, "I can't compete with your other girlfriend- music. I'm sure the two of you will be happy together." Though blindsided & hurt, the show went on and Orpheus' performance received a standing ovation. Through the sea of people in the auditorium, Orpheus felt like he was performing for one person- his mother. Afterwards, he was approached by one of the esteemed muses, Euterpe, who came to him with an opportunity of a lifetime.
Now, Orpheus is a student at the Phoebus School of Music in Delphi. He's staying on campus in his own dorm room.
He still keeps in touch with his father. Even if they don't see each other, Orpheus will try to text or call him.
His favorite dessert is a tiramisu.
He's been introduced to cabernet sauvignon, which he now loves. He still won't pass up a chocolate chunk milkshake.
Orpheus has dedicated most of his time to music. Romance, love, & dating aren't priorities right now. He eventually does want to get married someday.
One of his greatest dreams is to be a part of the New Olympus Philharmonic & perform at The Parthenon.
He's an indie artist. He still uploads videos here and there on PanopTube and he has released three albums on his own. Though he's been approached several times by the music god Apollo to sign on to his record label, Orpheus politely declines. His latest release Immortalis Amor: Cello Concerto received glowing reviews by the Titan goddess Mnemosyne & the god Momus in The Oracle. Orpheus has even been approached to tag along with Jason & The Argonauts for their latest adventure!
When Orpheus manages to spare some free time, he enjoys bike riding, working out, going for long walks, and reading & writing poetry. His singing voice is quite good as well, when he & a few of his classmates went to a karaoke bar one night.
"When words and all forms of expression fail, music speaks."
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National Grilling Month: Cookbook Recommendations
Master of the Grill edited by America’s Test Kitchen
Part field guide to grilling and barbecuing and part cookbook, Master of the Grill features a wide variety of kitchen-tested recipes for meat, poultry, seafood, vegetables, pizza, and more. These are the recipes everyone should know how to make— the juiciest burgers, barbecue chicken that’s moist not tough, tender grill-smoked pork ribs, the greatest steak (and grilled potatoes to serve alongside). Regional specialties are included, too—learn how to make Cowboy Steaks, Alabama BBQ Chicken, and Kansas City Sticky Ribs. Colorful photography captures the beauty of the recipes and step-by-step shots guide you through everything you need to know. A section on grilling essentials covers the pros and cons of gas and charcoal grills and which might be right for you, as well as the tools you’ll use with them— such as grill brushes, tongs, vegetable baskets, and wood chips and chunks.
How to Grill Everything by Mark Bittman
Here’s how to grill absolutely everything—from the perfect steak to cedar-plank salmon to pizza—explained in Mark Bittman’s trademark simple, straightforward style. Featuring more than 250 recipes and hundreds of variations, plus Bittman’s practical advice on all the grilling basics, this book is an exploration of the grill’s nearly endless possibilities. Recipes cover every part of the meal, including appetizers, seafood, meat and poultry, vegetables (including vegetarian mains), and even desserts. Plenty of quick, high-heat recipes will get dinner on the table in short order (Spanish-Style Garlic Shrimp, Green Chile Cheeseburgers); low and slow “project” recipes (Texas-Style Smoked Brisket, Pulled Pork with Lexington BBQ Sauce) are ideal for leisurely weekend cookouts. You’ll also find unexpected grilled treats like avocado, watermelon, or pound cake, and innovative surprises—like how to cook paella or bake a whole loaf of bread on the grill—to get the most out of every fire.
Grilling Vegan Style by John Schlimm
Nothing says summer more than a feast hot off the barbecue. Grilling Vegan Style serves up backyard cooking and entertaining like never before. Running the gamut from plant-based appetizers, salads, sides, kabobs, and burgers to main dishes, desserts, and, of course, cocktails, John Schlimm also demonstrates the art of grilling faux meats, with key info on everything you need for proper heat and the best taste. With color photographs throughout, this cookbook ensures that the magic of a summer barbecue or a night around the campfire can ignite your taste buds all year long.
Rodney Scott’s World of BBQ by Rodney Scott
Rodney Scott was born with barbecue in his blood. He cooked his first whole hog, a specialty of South Carolina barbecue, when he was just eleven years old. At the time, he was cooking at Scott's Bar-B-Q, his family's barbecue spot in Hemingway, South Carolina. Now, four decades later, he owns one of the country's most awarded and talked-about barbecue joints, Rodney Scott's Whole Hog BBQ in Charleston.
In this cookbook, co-written by award-winning writer Lolis Eric Elie, Rodney spills what makes his pit-smoked turkey, barbecued spare ribs, smoked chicken wings, hush puppies, Ella's Banana Puddin', and award-winning whole hog so special. Moreover, his recipes make it possible to achieve these special flavors yourself, whether you're a barbecue pro or a novice. From the ins and outs of building your own pit to poignant essays on South Carolinian foodways and traditions, this stunningly photographed cookbook is the ultimate barbecue reference. It is also a powerful work of storytelling. In this modern American success story, Rodney details how he made his way from the small town where he worked for his father in the tobacco fields and in the smokehouse, to the sacrifices he made to grow his family's business, and the tough decisions he made to venture out on his own in Charleston.
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Can You Use Wood Pellet Smoker Pellets in a Charcoal Grill?
Grilling is not just a cooking method; it's a way of life. The sizzle of meat hitting a hot grill, the smoky aroma that fills the air, and the anticipation of a mouthwatering meal are all part of the experience. When it comes to grilling, there are various fuel options available, including charcoal and wood pellets. While charcoal is the traditional choice, wood pellet smoker pellets have gained popularity for their convenience and flavor-enhancing properties. But can you use wood pellet smoker pellets in a charcoal grill? Let's find out.
The Basics of Charcoal Grilling
Before we delve into the question at hand, let's talk a bit about charcoal grilling. Charcoal grilling has been a beloved method for many years. It involves using charcoal briquettes or lump charcoal as the fuel source. The charcoal is ignited, and the glowing embers provide the heat for cooking. This method imparts a distinct smoky flavor to the food and allows for precise temperature control.
The Rise of Wood Pellet Smoker Pellets
In recent years, wood pellet grills and smokers have gained popularity among grilling enthusiasts. Wood pellet grills utilize small, cylindrical wood pellets made from compressed sawdust. These pellets are fed into a hopper, where they are automatically transported to a fire pot. An electric igniter sparks the pellets, creating a controlled fire. A fan circulates the heat and smoke throughout the grill, providing even cooking and consistent flavor.
Can You Use Wood Pellet Smoker Pellets in a Charcoal Grill?
The short answer is yes, you can use wood pellet smoker pellets in a charcoal grill, but with some modifications. While a charcoal grill is not specifically designed for wood pellets, you can still harness the flavor-enhancing benefits by incorporating them into your grilling routine. Here's how:
1. Wood Pellet Smoking Pouch
One option is to use a wood pellet smoking pouch. This is a small, perforated pouch that holds wood pellets and allows them to smolder and produce smoke. Simply fill the pouch with wood pellets, place it on the hot coals, and let the smoke infuse your food. This method works well for adding a smoky flavor to grilled meats, vegetables, or even pizza cooked on a charcoal grill.
2. Combination Cooking
Another approach is to combine charcoal and wood pellets for a dual-flavor experience. Start by lighting your charcoal as you normally would. Once the charcoal is hot and ashy, sprinkle a handful of wood pellets over the top. The pellets will smolder and create additional smoke, infusing your food with a delicious wood-fired flavor. This method is particularly effective for long, slow cooks like smoking ribs or brisket.
The Advantages of Z Grills Wood Pellets
If you decide to use wood pellet smoker pellets in your charcoal grill, it's crucial to choose high-quality pellets that offer optimal performance. Z Grills offers a range of premium wood pellets designed for maximum flavor and efficiency. Here are some advantages of Z Grills wood pellets to consider:
1. Heat Output
Z Grills wood pellets are engineered to provide consistent heat output. The pellets are made from 100% natural hardwood, ensuring a clean burn and even distribution of heat. This allows for precise temperature control, whether you're searing a steak or slow-smoking a rack of ribs.
2. Low Ash Content
One of the key benefits of Z Grills wood pellets is their low ash content. The pellets are carefully manufactured to minimize ash production, reducing the need for frequent cleaning and maintenance. This ensures a hassle-free grilling experience and allows you to focus on the joy of grilling without the constant interruption of ash cleanup.
3. Flavor Infusion
Z Grills wood pellets are made from a variety of hardwoods, such as hickory, oak, and applewood. Each type of wood imparts its own unique flavor profile to the food. Whether you prefer a bold and smoky taste or a subtle sweetness, Z Grills offers a range of wood pellet flavors to suit your preferences. Experiment with different combinations to discover your favorite flavor infusion.
4. Versatility
Z Grills wood pellets are not limited to just grilling. They can also be used for smoking, baking, and even braising. The versatility of these pellets allows you to explore a wide range of culinary possibilities and elevate your cooking game. From juicy smoked ribs to perfectly baked pizzas, Z Grills wood pellets unlock a world of flavors and techniques.
Conclusion
While a charcoal grill is primarily designed for charcoal briquettes or lump charcoal, you can certainly use wood pellet smoker pellets to enhance your grilling experience. Whether you opt for a wood pellet smoking pouch or combine charcoal with wood pellets, you can infuse your food with delicious smoky flavors. Just remember to choose high-quality wood pellets, such as Z Grills wood pellets, for optimal performance and flavor.
So, fire up your charcoal grill, add some wood pellet smoker pellets, and let the magic happen. Embrace the art of grilling and indulge in the mouthwatering tastes that only wood pellets can bring. Whether you're hosting a backyard barbecue or simply enjoying a casual meal with loved ones, the combination of charcoal and wood pellet smoker pellets will take your grilling game to new heights. Enjoy the journey, experiment with flavors, and savor every delicious bite. Happy grilling!
Note: Always follow the manufacturer's guidelines and safety precautions when using wood pellets in a charcoal grill to ensure a safe and enjoyable grilling experience.
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It’s National Barbecue Month! 3 Ways to Celebrate with Office Catering
Whenever a workplace announces they’re going to host a barbecue catered lunch for the team, you know everyone is going to put that day on their calendar. No one wants to miss barbecue day! Barbecue is a culinary staple in many parts of the US—and it’s a cuisine beloved by millions. This May, you can celebrate National Barbecue Month. Because why not?
Barbecue is a diverse cuisine with signature styles from region to region—and it can be spectacularly good everywhere you go, from North Carolina to Central Texas. Barbecue also lends itself to office catering. So, if you're craving the good stuff this month, don’t hesitate to make it happen. Here’s how you can celebrate barbecue with office catering.
Go All Out with Catering Packages for the Team
A lot of caterers offer individually packaged meals for business orders. At the same time, many caterers specializing in barbecue also offer catering packages—full spreads featuring their finest smoked meats and sides. This makes it easy to go all out for the team and get all the food you need in one fell swoop.
Those catering OKC barbecue lunches for the team can find catering packages at Clark Crew BBQ in Oklahoma City. Get a big tray of deliciousness with The Big Tray featuring two racks of ribs, two pounds of brisket, two pounds of chopped pork, one pound of smoked sausage, and a variety of sides and cornbread. When your team has earned it, you can reward them in smoky style.
Order Barbecue Delicacies for Everyone, Including Vegetarians
There’s a good chance your workplace has a diverse set of tastes and dietary needs. When you think of barbecue, one word that doesn’t usually come to mind is “vegetarian.” But you can be inclusive while enjoying a full spread of delicious barbecue.
Nashville has some amazing barbecue places. For anyone catering Nashville businesses, Central BBQ knows what’s up. You can get the Portabella Mushroom Lunch or the No Meat Nachos Boxed Lunch. Non-meat options are becoming more popular in barbecue. Many restaurants are experimenting with meat alternatives, like mushrooms, to great success.
Get Saucy!
For a lot of people, barbecue isn’t complete without sauce. Of course, depending on where you are, people will have different perspectives on sauces, dry rubs, and so on. But for the moment, let’s focus on the sauce experience. If you want to have a little office fun, when you order barbecue catering, order it with a wide selection of sauces to try. See which one wins over the crowd.
Catering Columbus Ohio team lunches? One place you can get a selection of sauces is Pecan Penny’s (a highly-rated barbecue joint on Main Street in Columbus). Not only do they have complete catering packages, but they also have a selection of distinct sauces, like their Goldie Sauce (mustard-based sauce) and the Kurt Sauce (vinegar-based sauce)—along with others!
About ezCater
Is your company looking for a reliable catering partner? Order food from ezCater. They’ve partnered with over 100,000 restaurants and caterers across the country, and ezCater is ready to serve your business no matter where you are. Use ezCater’s web-based platform to order top-tier Portland catering for your Portland-area company. Hosting a corporate event in Dallas? Use ezCater to start catering Dallas events, lunches, meetings, and more. ezCater also offers a host of tools so you can create a food program for your company. ezCater makes it easy to order regular lunch catering for a small business with a single location or a large business with dozens of locations. ezCater opens a host of food possibilities for companies just like yours.
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How to Choose the Best Digital Electric Smoker for Your Needs
When it comes to smoking meat, using an electric smoker is one of the most convenient and hassle-free ways to get perfectly cooked meat with minimal effort. Digital electric smokers take things a step further by allowing you to precisely control the temperature and cooking time with the touch of a button. However, with so many options available on the market, choosing the Best Digital Electric Smoker can be overwhelming. In this blog, we'll discuss the key factors you should consider when choosing a digital electric smoker and provide some tips to help you find the perfect one for your needs.
1. Capacity
The first thing to consider when choosing a digital electric smoker is the capacity. The size of the smoker you choose will depend on how much meat you plan on smoking at once. If you're planning on smoking large cuts of meat, such as brisket or pork shoulder, you'll need a larger smoker with a capacity of at least 40-50 pounds. On the other hand, if you only plan on smoking small cuts of meat, such as chicken breasts or fish fillets, a smaller smoker with a capacity of 20-30 pounds will be sufficient.
2. Temperature Control
Temperature control is one of the most important factors to consider when choosing a digital electric smoker. The best digital electric smokers allow you to set and maintain a precise temperature, which is crucial for getting perfectly cooked meat every time. Look for a smoker that has a temperature range of at least 100-275 degrees Fahrenheit and allows you to adjust the temperature in 5-degree increments.
3. Ease of Use
Another important factor to consider when choosing a digital electric smoker is ease of use. Look for a smoker that is easy to assemble, use, and clean. The Best Electric Smoker Grill have intuitive controls and are easy to program. They also have removable parts that can be easily cleaned in the dishwasher.
4. Durability
Durability is also an important consideration when choosing a digital electric smoker. Look for a smoker that is made from high-quality materials and has a sturdy construction. Stainless steel is a popular choice for smokers because it is durable and resistant to rust and corrosion. You should also look for a smoker that comes with a warranty to protect your investment.
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5. Price
Price is also an important factor to consider when choosing a digital electric smoker. Prices for digital electric smokers can range from around $150 to over $1,000. While you don't necessarily need to spend a lot of money to get a high-quality smoker, it's important to invest in a smoker that will meet your needs and last for years to come. Look for a smoker that offers the features you need at a price that fits your budget.
6. Additional Features
Finally, consider any additional features that the smoker may offer. Some smokers come with built-in meat probes that allow you to monitor the internal temperature of your meat. Others may have built-in timers, adjustable racks, or smoke boxes for adding wood chips. While these features are not necessary, they can be useful for achieving the perfect smoke flavor and texture.
Conclusion
choosing the Best Electric Meat Smoker comes down to considering your needs and budget. By considering factors such as capacity, temperature control, ease of use, durability, price, and additional features, you can find a smoker that will provide you with perfectly cooked meat every time. Whether you're a seasoned pro or a beginner, a digital electric smoker can help you take your smoking game to the next level.
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How to get Smokehouse Pellets Online?
Many individuals enjoy cooking food on a barbecue or grill and to execute the work, they use different materials for that. Due to such requirements, there are multiple options available, but wood pellets are a popular choice. It is highly in demand among the people because they are made of wood and most importantly, it is a cost-effective solution as compared to other heating fuels. However, there are different types of wood pellets available, each offering a distinct flavor when used for barbecuing or grilling. It is very important to understand the different types of pellets, it will help you to select the best option for your cooking needs, which will make it easier to barbecue or grill food at home.
Barbecue pellet comes in a variety of flavors, from classic hardwoods such as hickory and mesquite to fruit woods like apple and cherry, to unique options like maple or pecan. For those who are looking for high-quality BBQ pellets, Smokehouse Pellets are an excellent option. These pellets are made entirely of natural hardwood, with no binders, waxes, or unknown additives. The flavors come solely from the 100% real hardwood that is used in the pellets, and there are no oils or other additives included. Smokehouse pellets can be used in all types of outdoor grills, including charcoal and gas grills, as well as the smoke chief. They can be easily purchased online, and come in a range of natural hardwood options. The precise blend of these materials results in a superior flavor for smoking and grilling purposes. These products are eco-friendly and safe for cooking and grilling outdoors. One can easily use smokehouse pellets for outdoor BBQs and grilling, which will add an exceptional flavor to your food.
Pellet grills are an excellent option for those who want a delicious taste in their BBQ or grilled dishes. Barbecue Pellets can add a smoky flavor to your dishes, by removing the need for extensive searing. These pellets can handle a range of meats, from chops and fish to classics like brisket, ribs, and pulled pork. It is important to understand the usage of pellet grills and choose the appropriate one to add flavor to your dishes. Pellet grills are fueled by small pieces of hardwood, each with its unique characteristics. Each flavor offers a unique taste and aroma, allowing for endless flavor combinations and culinary creations. Whether you're a seasoned pit master or a beginner, using Barbecue Pellet is an easy and flavorful way to add a new dimension to your outdoor cooking and grilling. Pellets can be easily purchased online and are tested and reviewed by experts to ensure quality. Pellet smokers are shortlisted for the best BBQ or grilled dishes based on customer requirements. Purchasing pellets online is a convenient way to obtain them at your location. Grilling with pellets is easy, convenient, and efficient, making them an ideal choice for anyone who loves to cook outdoors. You can easily look for the option to get the products online and it will get delivered to your place.
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Waikiki Brewing Company South Side – Wailea, Maui, HI
Happy Hour at Waikiki Brewing Company South Side – Wailea, Maui, HI
Updated 2/16/2023 by the Maui Happy Hours team
Happy Hour at Waikiki Brewing Wailea from 2pm-5pm Daily
Happy Hour Food Specials at Waikiki Brewing
- 15% off Select Share Plates
Happy Hour Drink Specials at Waikiki Brewing
- $5.50 Core Nine Drafts (see list below)
- $6 Well Drinks
- $8 House Wines
- $7 Mai Tais
- $7 Pina Coladas
- $12 Core Nine Growler Fills
Waikiki Brewing Core Nine Draft Beer Menu
- Aloha Spirit Blonde Ale
- Jalapeno Mouth
- Craft Light
- 808 Pale Ale
- Eee Pah IPA
- Hana Hou Hefe
- Black Strap Molasses Porter
- English Brown Ale
- Skinny Jeans IPA
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Address: 3750 Wailea Alanui Dr B-25, Kihei, HI 96753
Phone: (808) 868-0935
Website
About Waikiki Brewing Company Maui (South Side)
Waikiki Brewing Company, Hawaii’s 2nd largest 100% Hawaiian brewery, has expanded to Wailea, Maui with its newest location at The Shops at Wailea, Waikiki Brewing Company South Side.
Waikiki Brewing Company South Side features lush garden views, delicious local beers, handcrafted cocktails, tasty food, and easy access to world-class shopping at The Shops at Wailea.
The convenient location is within walking distance to the nearby resorts (Wailea Beach Resort – Marriott Maui, The Grand Wailea, Andaz Maui, The Four Seasons, etc).
Their beer has won numerous national awards including medals at the Great American Beer Festival, the US Open Beer Championship, and the Denver International Beer Competition.
Selections include the Black Strap Molasses Porter, Hana Hou Hefer, Jalapeno Mouth, Skinny Jeans IPA, and more (see list above). Guests can choose from a small sample, a full glass, or a growler.
Popular food items at Waikiki Brewing South Side include their Grilled Marlin, Baby Back Ribs, Smoked Pulled Pork, and Ahi Salad.
According to these Waikiki Brewing Company South Side patrons
“Decent place for beer, with a good selection. Relatively cheap, especially compared to my hotel prices. Happy hour makes it even cheaper. Basically it’s about the best/most affordable place for a drink this part of the island.”
James S., January 2023
“Happy hour here is awesome! We came to wakiki brewing co. for happy hour 3 times while we’re in Maui. They also have many delicious snack and food options. This is a convenient location at the shops at wailea, walking distance from many of the wailea resorts.”
Miranda S., January 2023
“Best service in Wailea! We ate here twice during our vacation, and we were blown away with how great the experience was. Food was delicious, beers were outstanding, and the Mai Thai’s were perfect! The service was the best part though. Brittany served us the first time, she was out of this world, could easily talk with her four hours. She recommended the beer flights so we could taste everything they brew. Great recommendation! Rachel served us the second time, and she was wonder. Very personable, offered some good food recommendations. Thank you Waikiki Brewing!
We’ll be back!”
Dustin E., September 2021
“Sooooo good. We stopped in the other day and came back today. I had the brew hour burger the first time, and the brisket sandwich the next. We also had an order of wings today. First, let’s talk about the beer. The blonde was superb. As it’s in Maui, it was 80+ degrees. Nice lighter side beer, very refreshing, not heavy, and just great on the palette. The wings were really, really good. The smoke was on point and not overwhelming, but was predominant enough to be noticed. So much flavor, fantastic rub and were just great! This will be a must-stop from now on! Very good!”
Ken L., August 2021
Fans of Waikiki Brewing Company Wailea will also want to check out happy hour at Waikiki Brewing Company Lahaina.
Happy Hour at Waikiki Brewing South Side is from 2pm-5pm daily and features discounted draft beers, growlers, well drinks, wine, craft cocktails, and tacos.
Want to make a comment or ask a question? Are you a fan of Waikiki Brewing Company South Side? Tell us in the comments below.
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Insulated Smokers: What To Look For And Why You Should Buy One?
Smoking is one of the most popular forms of recreation in the United States. And while some people enjoy smoking indoors, there are many others who prefer to smoke outdoors - either in a park, on a beach, or anywhere else that’s permitted. If you’re one of these smokers, you might be wondering what the best insulated smokers are available on the market today.
In this article, we’ll take a look at the different types of smokers and what to look for when buying an insulated smoker. We’ll also provide a buyers guide to help you choose the perfect smoker for your needs. So whether you’re looking for an outdoor smoker that can handle cold weather, or just want an affordable option that doesn’t require much maintenance, read on!
What is an Insulated Smoker?
An insulated smoker is a great option for those who want to enjoy their smoking experience without having to worry about the heat. These smokers are made with materials that keep the heat inside, so you can cook your food without having to worry about it being overcooked or burnt.
There are a few things you should look for when purchasing an insulated smoker, and here are four of the most important:
1. insulation - The insulation on an insulated smoker is key in keeping the heat inside. If it isn't well-done, your food may end up overcooked or even burnt.
2. design - Make sure the design of the smoker is perfect for your needs. Some smokers have bars that allow you to place meat directly over the fire, while others have racks that hold food above the fire.
3. size - Remember that not all smokers are created equal; some are smaller than others and may not be able to accommodate a large quantity of food at once. Consider your needs before making your purchase.
4. price - don't be afraid to go with a less expensive option if it suits your needs better. Insulated smokers aren't always as expensive as they seem, so don't hesitate to take a look at what's available before making a decision.
Types of Insulated Smokers
An insulated smoker is a type of smoker that is designed to help you cook your food without having to worry about the temperature. An insulated smoker allows you to cook at a much lower temperature than on an open grill, and this can create some amazing food.
Barbecues are the most common type of insulation smoker, and they are perfect for cooking small amounts of food. They work best with direct heat, so look for one that has a sturdy build and is easy to clean. Pellet smokers offer great versatility in terms of what kind of meat you can cook, as well as the ability to smoke multiple items at once. Wood smokers are special because they allow you to cook at a much lower temperature than other smokers, which means that you can use them to cook everything from ribs to brisket.
No matter which type of insulation smoker you choose, make sure that it has accurate temperature control so that you can get the perfect results every time.
Why Buy an Insulated Smoker?
When it comes to smoking, insulation is key. An insulated smoker will help you save money on your smoking costs by preventing your tobacco smoke from reaching the outside world. There are a few things to look for when purchasing an insulated smoker and here we’ll explain why you should buy one.
One of the best ways to keep your cigarettes burning is to insulate them. This means buying an insulated smoker. Not only will this prevent ash and other particles from escaping and ending up in your lungs, but it can also help keep the temperature lower, which in turn reduces your chances of developing a lung infection. Furthermore, smokers often neglect insulation in their home-made smokers, opting instead for cheaper models that do not offer adequate protection against the elements or disease. Buying an insulated smoker ensures that you're getting value for money and helps protect both your health and wallet in the long run.
How to Choose the Right One for You?
If you’re thinking about buying an insulated smoker, there are a few things to consider. First, what type of smoker are you looking for? A offset smoker is a good option if you want to grill large pieces of meat or fish. An insulated smoker, on the other hand, is better if you’re looking to smoke smaller items such as briskets or pork shoulders.
Once you know what type of smoker you want, the next thing to consider is the size. Most smokers come in two sizes: small and large. The small smoker typically holds up to 20 pounds of meat or fish and the large smoker can hold up to 50 pounds.
Conclusion
If you're someone who smokes indoors, odds are you're familiar with the negative health effects of smoking cigarettes. However, there's another type of smoker who is also at risk for serious health problems: insulated smokers. Insulated smokers rely on a device that heat up the smoke so that it can be inhaled. Unfortunately, this type of smoking is highly carcinogenic and can lead to a number of health problems such as heart disease, stroke, lung cancer and more. If you're looking to quit smoking altogether or reduce your exposure to harmful smoke, an offset smoker may be the best option for you. So what should you look for when buying one? Here are some key factors to consider.
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The Ultimate Guide To Buying The Best Grill
Grills can be classified in several different ways. One way is by fuel: charcoal grills, wood-burning grills, and gas grills. They can also be classified by region of origin — the grills of South America, for example, or Southeast Asia. But the most useful way, from a griller’s point of view, is by the configuration of the fire and where to place food during cooking. This determines at what temperature and how quickly food will grill. Understanding and controlling these variables go a long way toward determining your success as a grill master.
Weber grills are popular because they use quality materials to ensure even heating and accurate temperature regulation throughout the entire surface area of your grill's cooking grate.
Open Grill
Grills are simple devices that are made of a metal or stone box with burning charcoal, wood, or propane at the bottom and food placed directly over the flame. Grates are optional.
Used for direct grilling over high heat.
Foods that are well suited to this method include small, tender, quick-cooking foods like satés, kebabs, chops, steaks, vegetables, fish fillets, and so on.
Covered Grill
The covered grill is an innovation that enables you to add two additional methods of live-fire cooking to your grilling repertoire: indirect grilling and smoking.
Used for direct grilling of larger or thicker foods, as well as indirect grilling and smoking — the latter done primarily on charcoal-burning grills.
Foods that are well suited to this method include thick steaks — beef and tuna — as well as double-thick pork and veal chops. Large or fattier cuts, like whole chicken, pork shoulder, and baby back ribs, also work well on the grill.
Vessel Grill
Name — I have coined the term “box grills” to describe deep, thick-walled ceramic grills that rely on both radiant heat from the coals and direct heat from the coals to cook food. Sometimes the food may be cooked directly on the walls (breads) or on a vertical spit positioned inside the firebox instead of on a grill grate.
Used for high-heat roasting. The kamado cooker can be used to roast, grill, and smoke various foods.
Foods that are well suited to this method include Flatbreads (like Indian naan), kebabs, fish steaks, small legs of goat and lamb and so on.
Rotisserie Grill
A rotisserie is a device consisting of a motor and a spindle mounted on an upright post. The motor turns the spindle, which provides motion to the cooking process. Slow, gentle rotation evens out the cooking process, basting the meat, melting out fat and browning the exterior. Spit-roasted foods come out crispy on the outside and juicy within.
Used for combining the virtues of direct and indirect grilling. As with direct grilling, the food is cooked directly over the coals, but as with indirect grilling, the food cooks next to — not directly over — the heat source.
Foods that are well suited to this method include cylindrical and/or fatty foods, such as whole chickens, chicken wings, ducks, rib roasts and whole hogs.
Smoker
Smoking is one of the world’s oldest methods of cooking and preserving foods, but what we call “barbecuing” — the act of cooking with a portable, backyard barbecue grill — is a North American invention.
Used to smoke and grill foods at low to moderate temperatures with the addition of wood smoke.
Foods that are well suited to this method include brisket, ribs, and other traditionally used cuts of meat.
Open Pit and Campfire-Style “Grills”
Grilling over or next to a campfire was the earliest form of cooking. Today, this primal method is especially popular in the Americas.
Used for radiant-heat roasting, which cooks food more quickly than other methods of roasting.
Foods that are well suited to this method include whole lamb, a rack of beef ribs, salmon, and skin-on fish fillets.
When you are shopping for a barbecue grill, keep in mind that there are many brands and models to choose from. Visiting local stores to test out a few models can help you make an informed decision.
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