The Dallas Morning News had a photojournalist at the smoke camp I attended last night. So if you happen to see a bearded-half-Asian in a blue shirt sucking in his gut, that’s me.
Part of the event included a free beer and beer tasting. This is is about the third time I tasted beer, and I still don’t like it. The beer tasting focused on stuff from Revolver Brewery from Granbury and I also tried Santo from Saint Arnold Brewing.
The Lockhart Smokehouse in Plano uses two smokers that cost $30,000 apiece and controlled by Smokey Jesus.
I thought it was “a piece” and not “apiece”, but I used this as my reasoning.
During the smoke camp, the pitmaster and owner would often reference techniques used at Franklin’s, Pecan Lodge, and others, which I found helpful. It also seems like the owners and pitmasters of all these places all have a good respectful relationship. However, the pitmaster didn’t have favorable things to say about Hard 8 and Riscky’s. Neither seemed to like the Dallas Morning News food critic, saying she only critiques on the surface. For instance, she overlooks the tradition of not using sauce or utensils that’s associated with Central Texas smoking and will ding them for that.
Something else I appreciated at the smoke camp was how they told us they would cook differently for a competition, for mass consumption such as a restaurant, and what they’d do if they were cooking in their backyard.
All their leftover ash is actually bought by a blacksmith.
Leno seems open to going on Letterman’s show and I’ll have to agree with his assessment, “I think I’m a better stand-up than a host, and I think Letterman is a better host than a stand-up.”
I failed to mention that for Christmas, WifeGeeding gave me a pocket calendar full of giftcards. The giftcards corresponded to a date circled on the calendar for a date night she planned throughout the year. She even went as far as already having a sitter scheduled for each date. Last night was the first of those dates, a simple trip to the movies. We watched The Imitation Game and both really enjoyed it.
I also forgot to mention that we gave our mail carrier a Christmas treat, and she was nice enough to give us a hand written thank you note.
The Fox pregame show had Jimmy Johnson go out to fish market and reenact a play with market workers wearing football jerseys and throwing a fish in place for a football. It sounds really stupid, it is really stupid, I was thoroughly entertained.
Here’s a fun little read/quiz for you longtime DFW folks – it’s easy to name the current sports anchors of our local stations, but can you the name the person they replaced? It was harder than I thought.
A great picture of Troy Aikman back in 1983 at Jimmy Johnson’s Oklahoma State Football Camp. It’s funny the guy next to him ended up being his lineman, he was pretty tiny back then.
I’ve been listening to the new NPR podcast Invisibilia. It was this article about a twelve-year-old boy that basically became a vegetable, but was aware of everything around him, and then twelve years later coming out of it. But I was really disappointed they didn’t go more in depth about what happened after he “woke up”. The second podcast was about fear and I learned that about 400 people have a genetic disorder in which they are incapable of feeling fear. They talk about one woman with this fearless gene and he experience of once being held at knifepoint and at gunpoint. That “disorder” also reminded me of an episode of “House” and Tony Dungy’s adopted daughter, both had a rare disorder in which they are unable to feel pain.
The Dallas Observer has another article about Gwyneth Paltrow’s love for Dallas (which I’m suspect of), but this one is about a blow dry bar called Blo Blow Dry Bar. I had no idea such a thing existed and if I heard this in conversation would have considered it some kind of joke.
Speaking of that paper, with the Marvel Experience Tour in town, they turned into the Daily Bugle and wrote about a Hulk sighting at Parkland Hospital.
A female Christian blogger stated to feel conviction and decided to stop wearing leggings to keep men from lustful thoughts. This seems like something the girls at Hardin-Simmons would do when I was a student. Seriously, it was a common thing to hear that they were “dating Jesus” instead of them trying to commit to a relationship or go on a date. I have a feeling things haven’t changed that much.
Though many will disagree with his answer, I was impressed with how graceful he was and how quickly he was able to answer it. I thought it was quite touching when you see him get down to the kid’s level to connect with him.
When you read the YouTube description you see that young Jack is a huge fan of Tyson, even asking his pediatrician if it’s possible to change his skin color so he could one day be a black doctor.
When asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, Young Jack always gave the same peculiar reply. From the age of two until about the age of five, Young Jack wanted to be… a black doctor. With tremendous enthusiasm, he told anyone and everyone who would listen. When he told his pediatrician this—when he asked his pediatrician if we could make him black—the kindly white-haired woman peered at us over her bifocals with an air of disbelief not frequently displayed by medical professionals. Young Jack and I both, you see, have the approximate complexions of hospital sheets. I quickly explained Young Jack’s affinity for the PBS Program NOVA, and especially for its frequent host, Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson. Tyson’s doctoral work is in the field of astrophysics, but he is a doctor. He is also black. Knowing not-too-much about astrophysics, and nothing at all about race, Young Jack nonetheless knew what his ideal future would hold; when Young Jack grew up, he wanted to be Neil deGrasse Tyson
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