Colin is now an Eatfiend! I should probably give him the password. He's been featured drinking with me in the blog, and he's an old buddy of Sgt. Baconator, Major Marcos and mine for a long time.
Secondly, I propose that from here until the end of time, in order to become an Eatfiend, you must Out-Eat an Eatfiend. I mean would I propose it, but this ain't a democracy, so as your Commander-in-Beef, fuck y'all, THEMS THE BREAKS!
Anyway, had a BBQ the weekend before last. At first, thing weren't lookin' so hot as far as the planning stages go. Behold my shopping list:
I made the above shopping list the night before the BBQ, trying to browse recipes, ended up watching helicopter videos on Youtube.
List later revised once I found Berkeley Bowl doesn't sell Badass Helicopters.
Look what I got! This fucking Behemoth smoker!
And look what I got to smoke on it! Pasture-raised Pork Shoulder, bitches!
Cat wouldn't stop getting up in my grill (figuratively), so I put a bag on its head. Ah, animal abuse.
Welcome Home, Charlene.
This day, I was single-handedly responsible for 1/3 of the Bay Area's Carbon emissions.
Homemade Vanilla Bean Ice Cream Bitches!
7 hours on the smoker later. Look at the Bark on that fucking Pork Shoulder. Afterwards, I took it upstairs and spooned with it.
Alex, the man of the hour, shows up with 2 pony kegs. Left: Pyramid Curveball. Right: Pyramid Outburst Imperial IPA. I got blackout drunk later that night and apparently fell face first into a wooden pole. Drunken Clumsy Benjy strikes again!
At this point, I'd like to point out that not only was this a heavily populated bbq, but it was actually a going away party for a friend of mine, and I managed to get ZERO pictures of her or my other guests. That's the Eatfiend life, bubs. Eating comes first, jerkwads second.
We also played real life fruit ninja! Which I BARELY remember! I'm glad I can handle a knife while blackout drunk!
Here is the Kingdom, the Power and the Glory. Pork is God, and God is Pork. Pulled pork hoagie with that delicious pork shoulder (pulled) pictured above, homemade cider vinegar bbq sauce and a mountain of homemade slaw. Fucking to die for. Wicked-Crazy-Delicious.
Next Friday, what better to do than to smoke a tri-tip? As always, Marin sun farms, grassfed deliciousness.
After about 2.5 hours of Hickory Smoking, low and slow baby! Came out Medium-Rare even though I was shooting for Rare, but still fucking ridonkulus!
Carving the tri-tip pretty drunk. Meat and Cross-Skewers? I think I was going for something here. Fuck it, I'm putting this on a flag.
That tri-tip turned into a sammich with hot russian mustard, grilled red pearl onions and roasted cherry tomatoes, pictured here before I put a handful of arugula on top. The fuckin' jam.
More Smoker action this weekend! BBQ Saturday at my place for my Roommate's going away party! I'm gonna get blackout drunk again after slow-cookin' some more meat!
Holdin' down the Eatfiend ways in norcal,
Your Commander-in-Beef
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