BlogFeast. . . I Mean Blogstock (Part 3)
Saturday’s brunch ran from nine to eleven so people could show up when it was convenient. Due to rain, brunch was on the back porch where pancakes, sausage, and eggs were served. Cliff took control of the oversized griddle making pancakes and cooking everyone’s eggs to order – except mine. When he asked how I wanted my eggs I replied, “Poached”. After a blank stare and a chuckle or two, he mumbled something about where poached eggs belong. I’m not a big fan of poached eggs anyway so I just ate the ones he gave me.
The lot of the cooking was to be done outside so an outdoor kitchen had to be constructed. A cooking table was built and the smoker loaded with pellets. But, that didn’t solve all the problems. If you do any outdoor cooking, you know a lot of time is wasted going inside to the refrigerator. How do you solve that problem?
Easy - you move one outside where it’s more readily accessible. Cliff said, “You know you’re a redneck if . . . you have a refrigerator in your backyard and it’s running.” I did get concerned when Cliff kept saying how much he liked it out there and started talking about building a shed to protect it from the weather. Marilyn did not share Cliff's enthusiasm.