A grievous day in the Patron of the Pit family, and if we had a flag, it would be at half-mast. Not only have the Vikings lost to the Packers, but as I went out to the pit at half time to prep the grill for some steaks, I noted with great dismay that my beloved WSM Smoker, that in a post prior I had lamented so fondly of, has gone missing. Foul play hath transpired. Hoodlums, dumb, ill-grounded beasts who tarry on the buttocks of humanity, emerged in the night probably, and dashed away with my favorite grill. No doubt in search of a quick buck, for they surely wouldn’t have known how to run the thing anyways. No, I refuse to believe that they were true men of BBQ, because clearly they didn’t know what they were doing, as they left behind not only the heat shield, but the grill cover too. Nor would a true man of BBQ dishonor another man’s pit by swiping it’s prized piece. Shame on them.
So it’s gone. I guess now I’m kind of glad I didn’t bother to clean it out last time, leaving the 2 gallon water pan brimming full of greasy liquid sludge. And I hope it splashed all over the huge pile of ash in the fire bowl right below it, which I also neglected to clean out. No doubt it made for a crude, mucky mess, reminding them of the vile swamps from whence these vermin emerged. They may have my grill, but they do not have my pity. Part of me kind of wishes they set it up and use it once, and under cook their chicken or something. Part of me want’s to call up Liam Neeson’s character in Taken, and request he uses his considerable skills to go get my grill back. But part of me also knows I need to just let it go. And I am.
I was pleased however, to see the bottom feeders left me my other pit, my humble 18 1/2 inch Weber kettle. Old faithful. They are a dime a dozen I guess in a thief’s eye, and available around almost every corner. So I guess the allure to steal them isn’t that great. And there in lies the beauty, the glorious loop hole in the thievery circuit, and adds value to the old adage, less is more. For the time tested Weber kettle grill is at once a stalwart, and versatile cooker. They may be plentiful, but with good reason. They work. So I fire it up now, in a 21 charcoal salute to our fallen pit. 21 charcoals ablaze, and two New York strips steaks quietly sizzling in a smokey homage.
Thus, the tale of two pits continues. Ironically, about the time I was discovering the plight of my smoker this afternoon, my fellow Patron brought home a nice addition to his pit – the optional offset smoker box, lending yet further proof that our grilling mojo is entangled, and we are indeed Brethren of the Flame, and Patrons of the Pit. I just hope he doesn’t buy anything for a while now. It’s my turn.