ajrosenberger: YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES LOVE U SLATE. Although I can’t shake the feeling that this is the Slate piece I was born to write. I just read all five entries, and it’s about as scrumptious as you would think. This paragraph, from the first dispatch, wasn’t necessarily my favorite, but it was hilarious and absurd enough to share, if only as an appetizer: I am a recent convert. Three years ago, I bought a Big Green Egg, a large ceramic smoker based on a Japanese design. The Egg is our family hearth. (When my 4-year-old drew a portrait of me as a birthday present, she depicted me standing with the Egg.) I smoked our Thanksgiving turkey on it last fall and our Passover brisket on it last month. A few days before I began my barbecue tour, I smoked a pork shoulder, Carolina-style, over hickory. It was good. In fact, it was really good. But it wasn’t good enough, which is why I headed out on the road. By the way, I’d love a little nosh of coleslaw right now. Or a peach crisp. 

ajrosenberger:

YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES LOVE U SLATE.

Although I can’t shake the feeling that this is the Slate piece I was born to write.

I just read all five entries, and it’s about as scrumptious as you would think. This paragraph, from the first dispatch, wasn’t necessarily my favorite, but it was hilarious and absurd enough to share, if only as an appetizer:

I am a recent convert. Three years ago, I bought a Big Green Egg, a large ceramic smoker based on a Japanese design. The Egg is our family hearth. (When my 4-year-old drew a portrait of me as a birthday present, she depicted me standing with the Egg.) I smoked our Thanksgiving turkey on it last fall and our Passover brisket on it last month. A few days before I began my barbecue tour, I smoked a pork shoulder, Carolina-style, over hickory. It was good. In fact, it was really good. But it wasn’t good enough, which is why I headed out on the road.

By the way, I’d love a little nosh of coleslaw right now. Or a peach crisp.