Brined Chicken: Continually Updated

I was wrong. It's not brined BBQed chicken, it's brined smoked chicken. "Stephen Pyles' Smoked Chicken" to be exact. From a bon Appetite (sp?) feature on Stephen Pyles as he was first becoming famous at the Routh Street Cafe, before Star Canyon. 

I'm waiting for supper to finish-- the chicken has come off the grill-turned-smoker and will be going into a cooking bag to heat up those last 20 degrees. 

Mr. Big Food's Dad and Mr. Big Food's Mom treated us to a dinner at Star Canyon once. It was delightful. Kat was with us. None of the four grownups-- then or now-- likes to waste money, but we all do like to enjoy ourselves when given the opportunity. You should have seen Mr. Big Food's Dad's eyes when Kat ordered


the Cowboy Ribeye. They got about that <-- BIG.  She couldn't have been more than 15 at the time and she was always a little thing. Sixteen ounces equals one pound. She finished every last bite. We still talk about it. Come to think of it, even as an adult, Kat doesn't like to waste money but she does like to enjoy herself when given the opportunity.

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Daughter C is home and so Missy is on her own. (We did let you-know-who out for a few minutes when C went somewhere. He enjoyed hanging out on the patio and smelling the hickory from the griller-turned-smoker.)  How many things can you do with a rawhide chewie in addition to chewing it? Missy has a lot of energy. 

We took them both to the pasture early this morning. Back in March, they'd each have to have been out there at least 40 minutes before it was safe to bring them inside. Now it's 20-- and that's counting the time it takes to walk to the pasture gate.

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Be right back. We're going to sit outside for a minute before it gets too hot.

UPDATE: That didn't last long. Let's see what's on T.V.

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The Miss Mississippi Pageant.

I've reached the point where I can no longer laugh. The Miss Mississippi Pageant is beautiful. There are some talented young women.  The theatrics are great. But it's not funny anymore.

What the hell is DriveMississippi Dot Org?